#ff b-52 x reader

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: B-52 X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Suffering from boredom on a fine windy day, MC decided to plead with her winged food soul for a ride in the air.

Word Count: 2,438

"It sure is windy today..." A certain [h/c]ette commented, peering at the light blue skies littered with fluffy white clouds.

It was one fine weekend. The young master attendant doesn't have any school to attend on this day nor does she have to meddle with the business mostly run by her food souls. She sighed and slumped deeper into her seat on the gazebo. The wind picked up once again and gently caressed her [h/c] tresses.

"Tch... What a boring weekend," a childish pout played upon her lips, eyebrows furrowed with hidden indignation. "Everyone is so busy... I can't spend any bonding time with them... And even the kids are nowhere to be found! Bah!" [Y/n] openly complained, her voice echoing outside the gazebo, and was carried away by the wind.

"[Y/n]-sama?" A sudden voice broke the said girl from her tantrum.

[Y/n] whipped her attention toward the stranger's voice. Her [e/c] eyes met with blue and yellow mechanical ones. Silver hair swayed with the wind as the person stood at the entrance of the gazebo. The girl hadn't realized that she had slumped deep in her seat and was caught behaving childishly by one of her food souls.

"G-Gou-nii, good morning," she let out an awkward chuckle while fixing her position, sweat-dropping at her stupidity. "I didn't expect you here."

B-52 scanned his master's condition before speaking up. "Brownie told me to check up on you."

"Ah... I see," [Y/n] drawled out. The disappointment was evident in her face with her bottom lips pursed into a pout and eyebrows knitted together. "Do you have anything to do next? If not, come sit here with me," she said, tapping the vacant space beside her.

"No," was the male's simple reply.

He then trudged over to where the [h/c]ette was and sat in the space next to her. As soon as he was seated, [Y/n] pulled her legs up and laid them on the seat. She leaned her upper body down and rested her head on B-52's lap, her gaze upwards while the male stared down at her with an emotionless face.

"[Y/n]-sama, what are you doing?"

"I'm resting my head on your lap. Am I heavy?"

B-52 simply shook his head. This earned a smile from the teen as she proceeded to close her eyes, feeling comfortable in her current position. The two remained like that for a few moments, serene silence befell upon them as the winds occasionally picked up and brushed past the two. Of course, wearing only thin pieces of casual clothing, [Y/n] would shiver whenever the cold breeze pricked her skin.

"Are you perhaps cold, [Y/n]-sama?" the food soul asked, glancing down at the trembling body of his master attendant. 

Opening [e/c] irises, [Y/n] was met with B-52's stoic expression. "Yeah, a bit," she answered, though made no effort to warm herself up. "Hey, Gou-nii. I have a request."

"What would that might be?"

"Can you take me up in the skies?" she pleaded, curiosity and desperation evident in those pools of hers. [Y/n] has been curious as to how it feels to be flying and seeing that she has at least three food souls who have that ability, she can't help but be intrigued and low-key jealous.

The male's gaze studied her own for a good minute before he bluntly answered. "No." 

"Why~?" [Y/n] childishly whined, puffing her cheeks and jutting her lower lip out in a cute pout. She put on her best puppy eyes though unsure whether the mechanical food soul would be swayed by this. 

"I do believe that the others—and I—find the notion dangerous for Master Attendant. Furthermore, Brownie would not like [Y/n]-sama to be in an accident. That's why he entrusted me to watch over you," the silverette stated, his voice lacking the usual monotone and now holding concern for the girl. 

[Y/n] understood where he was coming from, and as much as she wanted to comply with them and not cause trouble for her beloved food souls, her boredom and curiosity eventually took over her rationality. She already had this chance to feel what B-52 could feel when in the air, there was no way she would just give up this rare opportunity just for the sake of her safety. Although let's admit that she is subconsciously afraid of anything wrong happening while above ground, the thought is overwhelmed by her whim. 

"Pretty please, Gou-nii~? It won't take long, I promise! And besides, you can carry me, right?" [Y/n] pressed, now resorting to wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling the boy to obedience. "You're already here with me, there's no way you would let any harm go my way when you're here, right?" She then looked up and stared at his alluring orbs.

B-52 was torn between doing his duty as her food soul and protecting her from harm or giving in to her request. Lifting his left hand from the side, he gently patted the girl's [h/c] locks as he thought about his decision. It took the male at least a few minutes to contemplate what would be the best path to choose whilst petting the girl who was eagerly receiving his affections.

In a while, B-52 nodded solemnly. "I understand. I would comply with [Y/n]-sama's request. I would also ensure that you'll be safe with me up in the air."

"Wah! I'm so happy!" [Y/n] cheered as she sat up and immediately engulfed the white-haired food soul in a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her face buried in his shoulders. "Thank you so much, Gou-nii! I love you!"

The aforementioned food soul could only stare in shock at the girl's sudden action, making him tense and unable to know how to act in this situation. The two surely bonded together for as long as B-52 could remember when he started as her food soul, however, it was only times that they would be accompanied by others as well. In times like this, the male couldn't decipher what he should be doing in response. After all, the two never had any intimacy other than the occasional head pat and chaste kisses on the cheeks or forehead. Truly, he doesn't know that much about his master attendant despite being hers for almost two years.

Easing his tense muscles, he let out a satisfied sigh and returned the hug, carefully wrapping his limbs around her petite body to bring his beloved attendant closer. "I...love you too, [Y/n]-sama," he whispered in her ears, flitting his lids close.

As a red hue bloomed on the girl's cheeks and the grin widened, she then pulled back and beamed. "Let's go, Gou-nii! I can't wait to experience this for the first time with you!" she giggled, bouncing from the seat on the gazebo and gently tugging the winged food soul by his hand.

B-52 obliged and followed her outside the gazebo and into the vibrant garden. It was such an unusually windy day. The air currents were harsh and chilling, and the time intervals it would appear were random. The flora around the garden would dance along with the winds, and the pink petals of the cherry trees floated around the marvelous place. Once the two reached a perfect open space, the silverette's heterochromia corneas glanced down at his master. 

"Are you comfortable if I hold you like this, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked whilst embracing the girl against his body, his arm wrapped around securely around the small of her back and her waist. "Please do hold onto me all the time," he added. 

"This is fine, Gou-nii," [Y/n] responded as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as instructed.

"Good. Very well then, I would first prepare my wings before we take off," B-52 nodded as his mechanical wings spread out behind him for a test run.

After a few minutes of his mechanical wing changing gears and testing out the mobility, B-52 then slowly lifted off the ground with the [h/c]ette in his hold. The lift-off ensued without much difficulty despite the weight, and the food soul was able to get a secure grip on his passenger. [Y/n] could feel her heart thumping aggressively against her ribcage from the excitement and nervousness. She was feeling chills run down her spine, yet it wasn't due to the noon breeze. Once B-52 ensured that it was stable enough, he flew a few more feet upwards in one swift move.

"AAAHHH!" [Y/n] shrieked at the unexpected action, instinctively clinging tighter to her food soul in fear of falling—not that he would allow it though. The pressure of the cold winds roughly caressed her face, eyes tight shut, and [h/c] locks splayed everywhere. 

At last, B-52 seemed to stop ascending the sky and now stalled reasonable meters above the ground. His gaze landed on the girl still secured in his arms. Unconsciously, he sported a small smile at her petite form. A few moments later, [Y/n] calmed down from that and carefully opened her eyes. A pair of [e/c] orbs instantly met with heterochromia ones. 

"We're high up in the air, right?" the teenager asked, all the while emitting a nervous chuckle. She loosened her hold around her food soul's neck and instead rested her hand on his shoulder. 

The silverette promptly nodded, a smile sporting his lips. "Yes. We're 50 meters above the ground. The wind currents are stable for now, you can try and look around, [Y/n]-sama," he mentioned, glancing at the view below.

[Y/n] followed his gaze and soon her eyes widened in awe, and her mouth parted slightly as she was left starstruck. The view from above was indeed magnificent. She could see the large mansion placed in the middle of her large property, the enormous garden from where they were earlier shrunk in size. Turning her head, she saw several pavilion houses that were made for a select few of her food souls. Flora surrounded the whole property, and behind the mansion was a dense forest followed by a clearing by the cliff overlooking a body of water. 

Seeing that her property was located at the top of a hill, she could see the town below. The houses littered around appeared like small collective boxes, and the establishments present were very much visible. She could even see her restaurant, Moon Rose Resto, and the annexed balcony, Scarlet Terrace. Ah... How she admired this view.

"Are you enjoying yourself, [Y/n]-sama?" B-52 inquired, shifting his gaze from the surroundings to his [h/c]ette master.

"Mhm. I do!" she chirped, bobbing her head. After a few minutes of admiring the town, she turned to him, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. "Is it okay if we move? I wanna experience flying with you and admiring the town more."

B-52 obediently nodded. "Of course, [Y/n]-sama. Hang on tight." 

[Y/n] did what she was instructed and wrapped her arms around the silverette's neck once again. A cold breeze brushed past the two of them as they swiveled across the air. Her [e/c] eyes gaze at her surroundings as they fly past the large mansion and into the town below. After a few minutes of watching the townspeople go on with their daily lives, the duo was about to return to the mansion on top of the hill.

Just as B-52 flew over the pathway, strong winds stuck the two. His mechanical wings got tangled, forcing him to lose balance in the air. At the same time, both of them lose their grip on each other from that.

"Eh?" [E/c] orbs dilated in shock, her heart skipping a beat as she reached out towards her food soul. She could feel the cold breeze whizzing past her falling form, [h/c] tresses splayed in every direction.

"[Y/N]-SAMA!" B-52 screamed, extending his arms towards her in an attempt to grab her falling form.

With knitted eyebrows, he clicked his tongue and immediately adjusted his wings. Once he was stable enough, he didn't waste another minute diving downwards. [Y/n]'s figure was fast descending the heavens, her heart running a mile as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to die like this. She shut her lids tight, afraid of the impact of her body meeting the solid ground. She waited for her inevitable death... However, instead of the harsh earth, she felt trembling limbs hugging her form as she ascended into the air. 

Cautiously opening her eyes, she was met with a terrified B-52, his face showed so much emotion that the master attendant didn't know. "Are you...okay, [Y/n]-sama?" he asked through uneven breaths.

Her gaze scanned his form. It was evident from that that he wasn't expecting that to happen. And worst of all, she knew that he was so afraid of her falling to her death. Pursing her quivering lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. 

"Mhm. I'm okay, Gou-nii. Thank you for saving me," she weakly mumbled, the trauma of earlier still catching up to her. 

"I apologize for my inability to predict that outcome, [Y/n]-sama..." he mentioned, now landing safely in the middle of the garden they once stood in earlier. "I'm terribly sorry for failing you as your food soul and endangering your life. Truly I'm sorry..." his voice faltered at the end, setting the teen down as he slowly loosened his grip on her petite form. 

[Y/n] vigorously shook her head. "No! You saved me, Gou-nii. You shouldn't apologize. In the end, it's my fault for forcing you to comply with my stupid request. I was blinded by my whim and didn't think of this possibility. That's why you shouldn't blame yourself," she asserted, her face undeniably full of resolve about the matter and isn't going to be persuaded otherwise.

"But..." the male started though was stopped by his master.

"Don't say anything more, Gou-nii. It's all in the past. Even though I almost died, I'm still alive now, right?" she smiled weakly, trying to convince the male not to blame himself further. After all, she didn't want a repeat of his history and his blame on himself for being inadequate. ​​​​​​"I'm just glad that you're here for me, Gou-nii..." With that, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging the male in reassurance despite her trembling.

B-52 eventually relaxed in her embrace, reciprocating the gesture by wrapping his arms around her shoulders, bringing the [h/c]ette closer. He then rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes. "I promise it won't happen again, [Y/n]-sama..."

[yandere-daydreams]

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

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]

I just found your blog but I really love it ! The imagines and stories are all so cute and your writing awesome !! Can I request for the Shelter of the prompts with B-52 or Brownie with Master Cattendant (I have one master cattendant oc so I really love them)

a/n: ah/// thank you for saying such nice things about my writing. i took a wack at writing something short for both requested souls! i hope that what i came up with is okay! 

request is from this prompt list here

-- shelter: protect them 

B-52: 

The comfort B-52 finds when Master Cattendant curls into a tight ball beside him are amazing. His metal hand carefully moving through their fur, worried that their fur might get caught in his joints while doing so, but such a thing didn’t happen this time around. You continued to sleep peacefully, undisturbed and looking absolutely content. 

B-52 curls his body around yours, deciding that this would be the best way to protect you while both of you simply relax. 

Brownie: 

His arms act like a shield and a way to keep you warm. You’re fuzzy little cat head peaking out of Brownie’s fluffy jacket head moving from side to side while looking at the surrounding area followed by happy meows. Making Brownie laugh and smile when he walks towards the booths and whatever has caught your attention. 

Arms securely and safely wrapped around you, keeping you warm and safe from anything that might try to harm you. 

[ff-imagines]

What did they get you for your birthday?

My b day past not to long again so I did some of my favs and what they would get for b day!!!

Salty tofu: ”hehehe, I got you a matching choker! Here, let me help you put it on~ what? Why do I have a leash? Hehehe, don’t trouble yourself over it...”

Sweet tofu: “why, I wrote a song for you~ what about you, kitten? What are you going to give to me?”

Vodka: “gifts? Hmph. Well, you always shiver badly when we walk together, so... here. An oversized coat. Andre insisted it have fluffed trim. Now, stop hanging onto me all the time.”

B-52: “attendant! It’s come to my attention that it’s tradition to give gifts when it is someone’s.... “birthday”, and so, I give you this! It’s a wind up musical box, I built it myself! Is it... ok?”

Steak: “attendant! The holidays are here, and, well... here. I got you an ornate dagger, to defend yourself. I... was hoping maybe... you’d want to learn a few tricks with me?”

Red wine: “hello, attendant. It’s getting close to your birthday, is it not? Humph. I’m no good at gifts, how about you and I have a day on the town. Pick out anything you’d like. With me, you’ll want for nothing.”

Peking duck: “ah, you’re finally here! The children are so excited to celebrate with you! Here, have my gift first! It’s a collection of poetry I’ve written for you! It isn’t much, I’m aware, and they might not be exquisite, but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Now, let’s see what the children brought for you!”

Yuxiang: “umph! Ugh, damn things... oh! Attendant! I was just looking for you! Here, your gift is here.. somewhere. I found an adorable pillow with your favorite animal, but I can’t find it through how messy my office is! Ugh.... would you help me organize this a bit?”

Boston lobster: “You. You’ve arrived. Didn’t I tell you to be back before it got to late? Ugh, no matter. Here, this is for you. You’ve been eyeing this stuffed animal everytime we pass the market. At any rate, You’d better appreciate this, I don’t think I’ll be able to look a cashier in the eyes again.”

Black tea: “hello, master attendant. I heard it was getting close to your birthday. I prepared you a gift. It isn’t much, but I retrieved a bouquet of roses for you. They smelled so lovely, they reminded me of you. Perhaps... we could visit the gardens soon?”

Milk: “oh, It’s you. I brought you a new apron, your old one was getting rather beat up. I hope you enjoy it.”

Bloody Mary: “my master, you’re back~ ah! Your gift! Here, a golden garnet ring, just your size! What? Oh, you were expecting another woman’s body? Hmm, not this time~”

Rice: “I... made you.... some.... pastries! I spent.... a long.... time on them... I hope..... you.... like them.... attendant!”

Whiskey: “ah, hello my love. Are you wondering what I got you for your birthday? Hmmm~ is my love not enough? Oh, I kid. Here, your favorite storybook, fully illustrated. if you’d like, I’d love to read a few chapters to you~”

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#5

“ Gonzo Loves Chickens”         Robin Buckley x Stutterer! Reader 

Okay so, I have a stutter and stuff, and that’s why I made this 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

“w-well” you stammered, getting up. “Well what? God you losers, so damn pathetic” One of the mouthbreathers said. “I-I-I-I’m going to tell Steve! And th-the-then” Troy interrupted “Oh my god, you really can’t talk straight to save your life! B-B-Ba-BAWK” He then started flailing his arms and making more chicken noises.

Later that day…

“Hey! I got back from work early and Geuss what I got for you!!” Robin, the only one who made you feel safe. You sat down your book bag and sat on the couch as your girlfriend continued her rambles “Well, I technically didn’t rent it since I didn’t have the money for it. Not saying I stole it! I’m gonna give it back-“ You chuckled “wh-wh-what is it?” Robin scrambled into her bag and pulled out a VHS tape and… “GONZO!” You squealed as you grabbed the stuffed toy from her hand.

“You’re so cute-“ Robin said, blushing. “Now, how was your day at school? I hope it was good!” You looked down, what do you tell her? Those jerks always called you names and laughed while you stuttered while answering questions. Which just made you stutter more. “Th-the-they called me a…” Robin didn’t say anything, just gave a look that seemed to say ‘I’ll wait.’ “A Ch-chicken” Robin gasped, absolutely taken aback. She grabbed you and flooded you with pecks to your cheeks and lips. “If anything baby, he wished he could be a chicken. Gonzo loves chickens right? They’re always helping him with jobs, doing acrobatics. Being a chicken doesn’t seem half bad to me!” You snickered slightly at Robin’s remark. You lifted your head to meet her gaze and kissed her.

“Oh yeah! You never saw your other present!” Robin said, pulling out the VHS tape again to reveal you and Robin’s favorite movie. “The Muppets” She gave you another peck on the cheek as she set up the movie. “So, who’s your favorite muppet and why is it Gonzo?” You laughed “W-well you see um- I-it’s because G-Gonzo is… what’s the word… f-ff- fun!” Robin smiled and nodded. You continued on with your rant about how great and mysterious the muppet was. And how he deserved his own film. You never felt more accepted than you did with Robin, everyone else would stop listening to your rants or you’d stop because your stammering would make everything take longer. But not Robin.

45 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#4

“Mom!” Steve Harrington x Little! Reader

Summary: Steve’s infamous nickname takes a wholesome turn. (Featuring Dustin and the rest of the fruity four)

“Hey Mom!” Dustin called, slamming the fridge shut. “There’s no food in here!” You and Dustin were over at Steve’s house. The man couldn’t cook to save his life, living off of Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches. “Okay okay I’m coming, god can you just not call me ‘Mom’ for five seconds.” Steve said as he sauntered down the stairs. “Yeah yeah whatever MOM.” You sat there fidgeting and hungry as the boys argued. You told Steve about your age regression but you hadn’t really regressed around him. You weren’t really sure what to do. Robin, Eddie and Nancy came downstairs and went into the living room. Steve and Dustin had been arguing about what to eat when Dustin turned to you and said “Y/N, what do you wanna eat? Mom- I mean Steve is going to the store ” You looked down at your feet, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. “I-I wan some Dunkawoos” Steve walked over to you and gently ran his hand through your hair. “You’re regressed right?” You nodded. Steve paused for a moment “is there anything else you want? A toy? Some chocolate milk?”

“Nuh uh Mommy I’m otay.” Dustin laughed so hard he almost collapsed, Steve just stood there absolutely dumbstruck. “Awww i see the little one has a soft spot for you Harrington. Or should i say ‘mommy’”. You felt the heat rushing to your face as you fiddled with your fingers. “Awww Mama nancy and mommy Steve, seems fitting enough.” Robin interjected giving Nancy a slight nudge. Steve picked you up and sat you on his shoulders, you gasped with delight “Cmon! I’ll piggyback ride you to the store okay?” You squealed with delight “Tank you mommy!!!”

i had this idea and I just had to do it-

46 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#3

“I Hate that I Love You” Dark!Yandere! Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader  )Part 1(

Disclaimer: this is a HORROR fic. And I do not endource the actions used here nor should they be replicated in reality. That being said, the warnings include:

Stalking gaslighting Spoilers for a book that came out in 1800-

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

Nancy wasn’t one to be vulnerable. Sure she had a few flings with Steve and Jonathan, but it wasn’t until she saw you that she really felt something. Nancy wasn’t some lovesick fool, you weren’t perfect. No one is. But it’s something about you that made her feel… warm. But that warmth quickly raised to a boil when she saw you around other people. She wasn’t sure if she hated you or not. You made her hate everyone that came in contact with you. You were like a parasite, completely stuck to her, taking over her mind. You made her feel so… confused, that didn’t sit well with her. Nancy was constantly in control, there was a time and a place for everything but around you it was pure chaos.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

After school you went over to Mike’s House to play DND. About 2 hours in the phone rung upstairs and Mrs.Wheeler called you. “Your mother called, the teacher called saying you’re failing a class!” You huffed, you were never good at that class, but last you checked you had a B-… it was weird. You heard footsteps coming down the steps and turned to see Mike’s older sister. The two of you never interacted much, other than those weird stares she had been giving you for all these weeks. The two of you went into her room, she gestured for you to sit on her bed. “So, what is it that you struggle with?” You shrugged, “Grammar, spelling and semi colons and all that bullshit.”In all honesty you were a little scared of her. After the whole Will thing she changed, sure you never knew her before. But Barb talked about her a lot. Barb… maybe that’s why Nancy changed, you can’t judge a book by its cover after all.

After a few hours of studying you finally understood the topic and thanked Nancy. You were getting ready to leave when Nancy breeched your actions with her soft, yet demanding voice “Wait! Did you ever start the book? Frankenstein?” You shook your head. You were fairly good at reading things in a short time frame. Reading it so soon would only make you forget it later after all. But what’s a few more hours? Plus Nancy was… nice! Odd, but nice.

“For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart…” Nancy read aloud. Me and her alike felt this, mutual fear but familiarness when it came to Victor Frankenstein. His creation, his child, a monster. One he made while blinded by the light of his innocence. Nancy looked really upset, so, you recommended stopping there and studying together tomorrow. She agreed.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

The next day at school, you questioned your teacher about why exactly you failed. “What are you talking about? You’re actually doing extremely well. After this essay, I bet your B- will go straight to an A!” You were happy, who wouldn’t be, but she called, didn’t she? You shrugged it off, mayhaps she called the wrong parent. The school was huge, it wasn’t that unlikely.

You went into the lunch room, thank god. 45 minutes of free time. You usually sat with the boys. But they weren’t there? Perhaps they were with Mr. Clarke, some science project probably. You peered around the lunchroom for a place to sit. You felt eyes burning, seemingly through your soul, you turned around to see Nancy. She wouldn’t mind if you sat there, right? Nancy wasn’t one for small talk, in fact she stayed silent as you spoke with Steve about the many hilarious ventures him and Robin got into during their summer jobs.

Robin, speaking of her… “Hey Nance!” Robin came, seemingly out of nowhere and sat on Nancy’s lap. Wheeler broke her unwavering glaze over to her. “Oh get off of me,” she chuckled. “Hey Y/N!” You waved in a reply. Right. They were dating. How could you forget.

54 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

🦋 My Little Butterfly🦋

Nancy Wheeler x Little! Reader

You were extremely tired after a really long D&D campaign. At the time Nancy was studying, she still is.

You stumbled up to her room as she sat writing a million Flashcards. “N-nace? Is you busy?” Nancy glanced up at you peeking through the door. “Aw, I thought I heard someone flapping up here,” she patted her lap “c’mere Butterfly.”

You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck as she softly caressed your hair. “My adorable little butterfly. Did you have fun?” You nodded, a soft yawn parting your lips. “m’ sowwy if i botherd you. M gonna go home…” You began to get up only for Nancy to gently grab your hand and give it a gentle kiss. “You know you’re too little to ride your bike right now, especially at such a late hour baby.” You sat back down on her lap, wrapping your arms around her.

“Shh Butterfly, it’s okay. Mama’s here, I’m here.” As she whispered sweet nothings into your ear you couldn’t help but drifting off into a deep sleep.

“I love you baby” is the last thing you hear before you fell asleep.

Authors Note: I’m still not good at fanfic writing yet 😅 I tried my best. I regress myself but if I got anything wrong please tell me!

63 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“My Girlfriend is a Witch!” Witch! Robin Buckley x Reader

A/N: another gift for the amazing @semishyguy! I know it’s a bit early for Halloween but shhh

☾(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ☽

Everyone had their suspicions about Robin Buckley, sure she was a little… weird. But no weirder than you or Steve or Jonathan. Your girlfriend had this strange infatuation with a stray in your neighborhood though, a little black cat with the widest yellow eyes you had ever seen! She named him “Y/N Junior”. The two of you never brought him into your house, primarily because he didn’t want to. But you bought him a little collar a while ago, and always gave him his favorite foods when he stopped by the door of either of your homes.

it was October 28th. Robin was lounging around the study hall and reading a book. “Hey babe! What are you reading?” Robin jumped and closed the book. “Nothing, love.” She hid the book behind her and you peered behind her. A questioning look on your face. “What book? You know I love reading with you!” She sighed and pulled the book back out. The title read ‘R.L Stien. Fear Street.’ You could’ve sworn it was a different color… and from what you saw it was a hardcover book. Not a paperback how it is now. You shrugged it off, maybe it was just a trick of the light.

You, Steve, Dustin, El, and Jonothan all went to Steve’s house to work on a project. You invited Robin but she said she would prefer to work alone. That was… a first to say the least. The two of you loved your half work- half interest rambling sessions. Then cramming everything 5 minutes before the presentation. The two of you were inseparable. Jonathan interrupted your thoughts “What ideas do you all have for our film project?” Jonathan fiddled with his camera. Dustin pulled out a lot of VHS tapes “well, you see, I’ve collected THE BEST horror movies of all time. It being October and all.” Steve rolled his eyes, “now I’ve got an idea,” Steve placed a loose piece of ribbon on his neck and gave his best ‘Hollywood accent’ “A big picture about a handsome lead role, that’s me. Finding the love of his life! A semi-secluded loner named… Breddie!” He said, picking up a piece of toast and chewing it. He gestured to El, “and then! They find and adopt a witch!” Everyone huffed an rolled their eyes.

“Speaking of Witches,” You said, “What’s everyone dressing up as for Halloween?” You looked around the room, “Well me and the boys are dressing up as Star Wars character’s. I’m Han Solo of course.” Steve shrugged “probably somebody hot. Chicks dig werewolves right?… does Eddie like werewolves-?” Everyone laughed. Jonathan broke the lighthearted tone of the conversation “has anyone noticed Robin had been acting… weird lately.” By ‘everyone’ he meant you. You shook your head and asked “why do you think she’s being weird.” “Yeah, like, more weird than normal?” Steve chuckled.

☾(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ☽ The Ring.

Jonathan described many odd occurrences. Robin seemingly disappearing fully between crowds, being late for something but popping up behind us randomly, and lately she’s always been reading something. You couldn’t help but agree. “Once, she got me this beautiful but extremely expensive ring for our 1 year anniversary.” You flaunted the Snake engraved ring for a moment. “But Steve, you as much as anyone knows how much the two of you get paid. Most certainly not enough to afford something like this.” Steve nodded and gestured to Eleven. “What do you think kiddo?” El paused for a moment trying to find the words, “Witch.”

🕸️🕯Later 🕯🕸️

You all considered using Eleven’s powers to spy but decided against it. Primarily because if anything bad happened Max would knock you over the head with her skateboard.

“Jonathan?” ”yeah?” ”Do you think… Robin could be like… apart of a gang or something” He stopped dead in his tracks and gave the most humorous laugh. He almost fell over. “ROBIN BUCKLEY??” You rolled your eyes, “it could explain the money, and why she’s always so late.” Jonathan nodded. “Understandable, but yet again. It’s Robin ‘Give me the newest Cabbage Patch Kid doll’ Buckley.” The two of you laughed. You parted ways as you showed up. You looked up at the house and noticed a crash sound coming from the top floor, Robin’s room. You grabbed the key Robin hid under the mat and struggled to unlock the door. You heard something fall from behind you.

“Junior?” You peered at the Yellow eyes that seemed to speak to you somehow. You shuddered and continued unlocking the door. “Robin? Baby? Are you okay?!” You shouted walking up the steps. “Yeah I’m okay!! I just erm- dropped something! My Teddy Ruxbin! You know how loud those things are!” You sighed in relief to hear your girlfriend’s banter again. “Doll! You can come in!” You opened the door, Robin’s hair was a mess. She was sitting on her bed, her window open. You closed it, shivering “Love, it’s freezing outside! You really shouldn’t have your window open, here let me grab you a jacket.” You headed towards her closet and Robin shouted “Wait!” You stopped in your tracks and turned around. “I- um- I I got you something!” You tilted your head. She grabbed your hand and gently kissed your fingers, with her other hand she pulled out a box of VHS tapes. It read “The Addams Family”. You gasped happily, you were either busy with schoolwork or your job that you hadn’t been able to catch the show while it was on. “Well I saw this, the entire collection and I couldn’t stop thinking about my little Moonray,” she pulled you onto her lap. “I would say I’m Gomez and your Morticia. But honestly Nighteyes, you are much much more ravishing.” She pulled you into a kiss, her black lipstick staining your lips.

There was still one thought on your mind, Where did it even come from? Her bag was far too small to fit it. There was no lump in her blanket… and why was Y/N Junior on the roof.

🔮🧙🏻��♀️☾TO BE CONTINUED🕯🌙🌕

@semishyguy

83 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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[soul-embers]

Uh... can I request falling!MA encountering Browney with Napoleon when they were trying their best to help B-52 get out of the cathacombs unscratched. The awkwardness that ensues.

a/n: sure you can request it anon! i’m honestly surprised at how fast i came up with an idea for your request i just hope that it’s alright. 

Part 1 

[ en·coun·ter ]

The hair on your neck and arms bristled, a repeated mantra of ‘drop him drop him drop him’ echoes through your mind, gritting your teeth you ignore it,  This person needs help and by the God’s you are going to get him back to town before the fading afternoon light is gone, though with each step being hindered by your own stumbling and the ragged, wet breathing of the man whom you are trying to carry through the woods– it’s making your heart skin. 

You wouldn’t make it in time before the Fallen Angels would start appearing. No, no you cannot allow yourself to think like that, just… a small break here and there and hold him close whisper ‘i’m sorry’ whenever he groans. 

The sound of footsteps and voices are as comforting as it is unnerving. Not a single person would dare come this close to the Catacombs, only Master Attendants did– normal people like you (you stress the word normal for yourself) know to give this place a wide berth as it was no place for any of you to be near. When the voices become closer, the footsteps louder, laughter followed by a softer response and the mantra in your head changed. 

‘Run, run, run! Leave! They know what you are!’ 

It’s two young men with guns, both dressed to the nines. One a brunette, who dons a cape and a hat with a feather on it, the boy having fair skin, brown eyes and the one who laughed as he’s laughing once again while holding his gun in his hand. The other young man dons a hat with a feather as well, resting at an angle on a head of black hair,  his outfit looks more like a servant, his skin is darker than the other young man’s, which makes his beautiful blue eyes pop and drawing attention to them. A large gun was attached to his back and the softer tone you placed coming from him. 

The two young men stopped dead in their tracks when they noticed you. One face surprised and the other one is immediately on edge and head is then moving to look at the area before turning their attention back to you. 

“P-please can you help me get him to town? He’s hurt and needs help, I’m not strong enough to carry him all the way there.” your voice cracks, you’re worried that with how it looks that they’d assume you hurt the man you saved in the Catacombs. 

“Attendant, the sun is setting fast, you will not make it to town with your Food Soul in the condition that he is in.” the darker skinned young man responds, walking over towards you, hand reaching out to share the weight of carrying the man with you. “Napoleon Cake, let us make camp for the night and assist this Attendant.” 

“Alright Brownie.” the other young man known as Napoleon Cake started walking a few steps behind the two of you to keep an eye in case any Fallen Angel’s attempted to do a sneak attack, though if an attack from the front happened you are more than sure he could handle it from behind the three of you as well. 

Brownie. Napoleon Cake. Not a name that humans would give their children, so Food Souls. You encountered two Food Souls just wandering out in about without a Master Attendant with them (didn’t they need one of those to do that?) and Brownie called you an ‘Attendant’ and the man on you saved a Food Soul. It was hard to ignore that awkward little nagging in the back of your head to clear up the two Souls assuming you are a Master Attendant when you are not. 

The silence drives you mad, but it’s preferred to the mantra that’s been going through your head on a loop or the awkward feeling of being mistaken for something you are not. Once the four of you reached a small clearing, the two Food Souls made camp while you used your lap as a form of cushion for the perso- Food Soul. Anythings better than the cold hard ground right? The green-white glow from your hands was dim, but you prayed that it was doing something for the poor Food Soul. 

The fire is crackling and the sky had darkened, something you hadn’t realized as you had focused on the Food Soul. Your neck hurt, from the position where you were dipped closer down towards the Food Soul you assumed that you had fallen asleep at some point. 

“Ah, Attendant, you’ve awakened,” Brownie’s voice caught your attention, focusing on the young man who walked towards you with something to eat in his hands. “Please be careful for it is hot, please pardon the small portion, it is all I could make with what we had on us. It should be enough to give you some energy and your Food Soul as well.” 

The food is good, warm and vaguely reminds you of something you would eat with family or friends. Your eyes burn at the thought of your own friends and family. 

“Attendant, if you do not mind my asking… why is it that you only have one Food Soul with you? Most Attendants are not allowed near the Catacombs without five Food Souls with them, one of those souls always by the law of this land  being a Support Food Soul.” Brownie’s voice is even, the clear question that he hadn’t asked very apparent to you. 

“Why even ask them that Brownie? Just from one look at their Food Soul, I can see that their not a good Master Attendant to B-52.” Napoleon Cake spoke from his place near the edge of the campsite, eyes looking out into the darkness, but you could almost feel those brown eyes glaring holes into you. 

“Napoleon!” Brownie yelled at the other Food Soul, clearly very upset with the other’s words, but Napoleon Cake did not react he just kept watching out into the darkness. 

“I-I’m not an Attendant.” your mouth feels dry, both Food Souls look at you with a shocked expression on their faces, your heartbeat could be heard loudly in your ears. “I… I saved the perso- Food Soul right there from the Catacombs and left to get him some help.” 

“What were you doing in the Catacombs?” Napoleon Cake is the one to ask you this, looking you dead in the eyes. You could feel your sins crawling on your back, the mantra in the back of your mind returned and you bite the bottom of your lip. 

You didn’t want to tell them. You didn’t want to tell them the reason you had for being there. For willingly walking into the Catacombs, why would a normal (ha normal) person like you go into the Catacombs? 

How could you just tell two people you met that you went in there to die? 

“We have been hearing a racket from the Catacombs, so I went to see what it was… then I met him in the Catacombs. I couldn’t leave him there, hurt like that not after saving me. So I’m taking him back to my town, the Master Attendant there while old, she has a Support Soul who can help him.” your mouth became drier and drier the more you spoke. 

You lied. 

“Ah, I apologize if my calling you an Attendant made you uncomfortable. I just felt how strong the bond of your Contract with B-52 is thus why I called you Attendant.” Brownie was the first to speak, and his words have you confused. 

“Contract…? Bond?” 

“Yes, despite you saying that you are not an Attendant, the Contract I can feel connecting you to B-52 says otherwise. Saving B-52 might have formed the Contract, the determination you had to save him despite not being his Master Attendant, or an Attendant to begin with only solidifies why the Contract was created.” 

So the feeling that wrapped around your heart, the connection you felt with the Food Soul, this B-52 was a Contract. Your hand rested where your heart is, beating strong and with each beat, you felt as if another heart was beating right alongside your own. Causing you to make a face that has Brownie hiding a chuckle and Napoleon Cake laughing loudly. 

[soul-embers]

9. Just do one last thing: Kiss me for B-52

a/n: here you go! 

this request is from this prompt list here

9. “just do one last thing: kiss me.” 

B-52′s words are whispered against your lips as your ever loyal Food Soul holds you close, so close that you can feel the heat of his body and the rapid beating of his heart with your own body rather than through the freshly made Pledge. Hand’s reaching up to cup your wonderful, and ever kind and sweet Food Soul, using your thumb to wipe away the tear that slowly made its way down his cheek. 

You kiss him. Light feather soft kisses decorate his lips then leaving to pepper more on as much of his face as you had access to kiss. B-52′s skin becoming a canvas and your kisses acting like a paintbrush, decorating any inch of skin you could with sweet little kisses before returning to place a firm, lingering kiss on his shaking lips. 

One that the two of you lean into, B-52′s hands coming to hold you close. Returning the kiss with such raw emotions, but sweet and gentle that you could only smile at how lucky you were to fall in love with such a sweet soul. 

[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.” 

[soul-embers]

WHAT IF someday(when fallen MA has been living happily with the fs for a while now ) bifty wants to like..y’know pledge himself to MA per magic ink, but MA is just scared bc they think that it would be no good for him , so they reject him for his own sake and he’s just a sad pumpkin and then someeeeedaaay bifty finds out why they rejected him. i don’t even know if this is shitty or like okay-ish but it’s kinda angsty i think and it’s one of those that u can add a fluff or bad ending, i dunno....

a/n: here you go anon~ sorry for the delay in getting this out!! i aimed to give your request a bit of a hopeful ending and something for everyone to decide what happens afterwards! ^O^

Your rejection hurt him, but B-52 could also feel how much it had hurt you. An apology and several awkward interactions later the two of you were able to work together once more after not being around one another for a little bit (Brownie and Napoleon Cake were a blessing in disguise for him) B-52 couldn’t help, but smile whenever he heard your voice and how it seemed to light up whenever you realized it was him that you were talking to. 

Despite being rejected, B-52 still has the Magic Ink. Unsure if he would ever actually use it he couldn’t deny that he had that faint lingering hope that he would be able to use it, but... he told himself to let it go. That if you happened to fall in love with a Food Soul he would give it to you so that you could Pledge yourself with them. 

It was only one day when holding the vial so delicately, turning it this way and that way when Jello sits next to him. Her green and gold eye focused on the ink (B-52 couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up at how similar the younger soul’s coloring is to the inks) as all-knowing as usual but hidden under her usual smile and shining eyes. 

“Master Attendant had a reason for rejecting you B. After you left they cried, for what felt like days on end,” Jello trailed off, making sure that he was looking at her, listening to every word she had to say. 

All he could do was listen to her, he could not do so, not when her voice just has that ability to draw everyone’s attention to her. Making them focus on her, and she wasn’t even using the power that’s truly behind her voice to hold his attention on her. She was simply talking to him, Food Soul to Food Soul. 

“Master Attendant was scared. You know what’s going on in Master’s head than the rest of us, I’m good at watching, and seeing how they're doing. And B Master Attendant missed you, horribly after you left. Your feelings are mutual, that I’m sure of-- no were all sure of, just... try again after talking to them alright.” 

Jello pulled him from his spot, B-52 followed the familiar motions, laughing at the familiarity of this situation. The warmth of the Magic Ink against his heart, the warmth he could feel that same warmth from those little golden threads that bind your heart to his. 

One day, one day he will ask you again. Just this feeling is enough for him right now. 

[soul-embers]

a/n: a little short for the fallen ma au. a small shared moment between ma and b-52. i couldn’t resist the urge to get this out when the idea hit me all at once while working. it was so hard to not type on my b reaks

a little short on the side sort of work that’s further into the relationship. 

[ fa·mil��iar ]

The nightmare still clings to your skin in the form of sweat, your rapidly beating heart the sting of your eyes and the way you breathed. Too fast, not enough and it always, always scares you when this happens. The panic that sets in after a nightmare it's a little too close to home or you cannot remember it. 

Your hand frantically searched for the lamp on your nightstand only for you to fall off. Body crumpling to the floor in a sad heap and all you could do was cry. Broken, sad and uncontrollably. You felt as if you sounded akin to a dying animal more than a human’s cry (was this the fault of your fallen part?) and all you could do was curl up into yourself, and just wail. Not caring in the slightest how your body hurt, how you sounded... you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything. 

Something cold touching you made you flinch, but the familiar sound of a whirring fan made you still. Familiar, familiar this sound is so familiar. Familiar, close and belonging to such a kind fixture in your current odd life as a Master Attendant. 

B-52 holds you close, mindful of his metal arm, making sure that the coolness of the metal wasn’t touching your skin (he saw the way that you flinched, he couldn’t miss it not with how close the two of you are) while you just leaned against him. His flesh hand combing through your hair while he pressed his lips to the top of your head, leaving behind a few comforting pecks with each press of his lips. 

It took a while for you to calm down and when you did B-52 still hadn’t let you go. Your ever loyal Food Soul and friend remained on the floor with you, quietly listening to the sound of your breathing while you listened to the faint whirring of his fans. 

“Hey... B.” 

“Yes, Master Attendant?” 

“Thank you...” 

A familiar, comforting sound. Something you’d come to associate with safety and warmth. You let the world around you fade away, only the sound of B-52′s fans and his hand running through your hair mattered before you returned to the world of dreams. 

[soul-embers]

59 for bifty ;)

a/n: here you go anon!! 

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

59. kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s 

It felt natural, for his body to curve into yours while he was kissing you. B-52′s form fit perfectly against yours, like a puzzle piece, and he’d finally found his matching partner. 

The kiss is desperate, the two of you simply showing the other how you felt through the kiss. You are upset, reasonably so since he was wounded in the Catacombs so badly that he was unresponsive, but could see and hear everything. He wanted to speak to comfort you during that moment, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak and God’s did it kill him to not be able to comfort you. 

So he’s making up for it now, making up for it by kissing away your tears, the fear that loomed over you and by keeping your form flush against his that if anyone were to see the two of you, they’d have a hard time figuring out where either of you began or ended. 

Just for a moment, bodies curved into one another’s feeling that the other is real, physical and there alive in one another’s arms is enough for both of you. 

[soul-embers]

b-52 with 4 please

a/n: here you go anon!!! 

request is from this post here

4. best places to kiss on their body 

Any mechanical part of his body makes B-52 a sputtering mess. Kissing his fingertips, the palm of his hand all the way to his elbow to his shoulder. Any sort of love that you extend towards his mechanical limbs nets you such a pure and raw reaction from B-52 since to him, from what he’s seen of humans he’s a bit off-putting. Both in how he looks and speaks like a machine. 

But with how you show even the unsightly and eye turning parts of him such affection he just has to take a moment to hold you close. 

[soul-embers]

May i ask for 15. with bifty please?

a/n: you sure can anon!! sorry for the wait in getting this out! 

request is from this list here! 

15. “i miss you every second of every day.” 

The weather is nice, the sky decorated with puffy clouds, the flowers are blooming and the distant sound of society is pleasant. Boquest of flowers in hand, B-52 walks a familiar path, one that he’s walked what feels to be a thousand times now, and one that he will continue to walk again and again until he could no longer walk the earth. 

A tombstone simple in design, but the love surrounding it is easy to see. Seems like your family, friends and other Food Souls have beaten him to visiting you this year. Seeing such bright colors makes B-52 smile you would have loved to see all of these colors. So he tells you, in great detail everything that has been placed around you. From the smallest of handmade gifts to the biggest of bouquets, and to the small offerings of food. He tells you about the flowers he’s brought along with him, what has been happening in the world, with those whom you left behind both human and Food Soul alike 

He talks, and talks and talks until his voice begin to crack and his eyes burn. 

“I miss you every second of every day Master Attendant,” the crack in his voice and the sob following afterward shakes his form, while his hand reached to fiddle about with the ring that you had placed on his finger, “I miss you... love.” 

[soul-embers]

a/n: wanted to write something for the fallen attendant au so this is for good ol’ b-52 and the ma! 

first meeting 

The Catacombs felt like the perfect place for you to be, a fitting place to go to now that you know what you are. A human that’s started the process of slowly changing into a Fallen Angel, makes you wonder what type you’ll become, or if you’ll even remember being human once you turn. 

Mechanical sounds echo throughout the catacombs. The creaking of hinges, and the grinding of gears-- is enough of an off-putting sound to chase away even the strongest of humans (you wanted to run as well, to turn back, but no you have to do this), but you continued down the stairs, ignoring how weak and shaky your legs feel. 

This is for the best. For you and for everyone, you couldn’t hurt anyone nor cause any problems here-- this is for the best. A mantra you keep repeating to yourself despite how your eyes burned and made your heart hurt. You didn’t want to be here, not at all, it’s scary and death clings to every corner and moving shadow. No, you just allowed yourself to believe that this was your only option, your only way to protect others from yourself. Rather than looking for an answer, you chose the easier route, the route that would have you vanish from everyone's lives in a horrible way. 

The mechanical sounds grew louder and louder. So loud to the point that you covered your ears while walking only for a form to be thrown in front of you causing you to scream. A body-- a person now lay at your feet. A chant of ‘don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch’ raced through your mind, tripping over your own feet you ran to the body anyways. 

Once you kneeled down beside the person you noticed that they were not normal. Broken wings with what seemed like a cloth-like membrane stretched between metal,m the cloth is torn and full of holes, one wing is just barely hanging onto the persons back. One eye is mutilated, a bloody, pulpy mess of torn and punched in flesh that has you biting back the bile that tried to creep up your throat. 

Shaky wet breathing is all you could hear from the person, the shaking of their body made the cough even worse. Squeezing your heart when the person tried to move, unable to do so and simply turned to the side. Ragged breathing and the sound of struggling gears makes you cover your ears-- the sound of stomping and growls has you on your feet. Your senses start going wild, danger plays on a loop as you stared at the hulking mass in front of you. 

A Fallen Angel. 

It’s foolish, such a foolish thing to do, but you throw yourself over the person. Using your body as a shield, trying to fit as much of their larger form underneath you, praying that your hands glowing with a soft green almost white light would be enough to heal them, so that whenever the Fallen Angel dealt with you then maybe the person could get away. 

The person coughed, and purple fire filled the space in front of you and around the Fallen Angel. Horrible screams and the smell of burning flesh makes you feel ill, as the charred corpse vanish slowly. Leaving you to stare in wonder for a moment before looking at the person underneath you, whose single remaining eye is focused on you. A shockingly beautiful light blue that slowly vanishes behind the person's eyelid. 

You came here to protect others, to meet an end by the very thing you could become, but now. Now with your arms wrapped around this person body, glowing that soft green white light, you leave the Catacombs. Being careful and taking it slow to avoid Fallen Angels and to allow the person and yourself a moment of rest. 

You felt a strange connection form with the person, one that wound around your heart, tugging on it and feeling something other than your own thoughts. And for some reason-- it felt right, making you feel more human than you have for the past few days. 

[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.