DoctorMask (Headcanon+Bonus) Yanderes SCPs 035/SCP 049 X Immune Dr. Reader (SCP Foundation)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is the start of the YouTube series on this! Enjoy this!]
(Disclaimer: SCP 035 and SCP 049 are not a canon couple, this is fiction and not to be taken seriously at all! Shipping fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits!
Disclaimer: SCP 035 and SCP 049 are not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and Yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Once again, you know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Yandere Headcanons With Yanderes SCP 035 and SCP 049 X Gender Neutral Researcher Reader From SCP Foundation Fandom-
.SCP 035 and SCP 049 have been on and off again together for a long time over 500 years old!
.They would do containment breaches to spend time with one another.
.They were fond of each other and the foundation did not like them being this close together.
.During a breach you met them both, being immune to SCP 049 and were able to wear SCP 035 without being killed and or melting.
.They both fell for you the moment they saw you and during that same breach, they both agreed that they would have you as theirs and theirs alone.
.They wanted you to be their researcher. So They demanded they would work with the foundation and have time with you.
.They get you to be their researcher and they make sure they keep you by their sides.
.They are the type of yanderes that do not want to share you with anyone but them.
.SCP 035 is the more possessive and jealous type.
.Also SCP 035 is far more manipulative than SCP 049 and would be the type of yandere to gaslight you and make you accept that he and SCP 049.
.SCP 049 is a more old-fashioned man and yandere. He would take his time courting you and being sweet with you.
.Making your little things and being very loving with you.
.It is not clear if SCP 049 is interested in you more than just being able to finally touch someone after so long.
.SCP 035 is way more forward and flirty with you, making his interest very clear on what he wants from you.
.The foundation is a bit uneasy with having you work with these two when their interest in you comes to light.
.But the information they are getting from both of them is too good to pass up.
.So you are stuck as their Researcher. They both abuse that very much.
.They are the type of yanderes that would not allow any rivals to be near you.
.SCP 049 would say any rival he has, that they have the pestilence and would kill them or in his words cure them.
.With SCP 035 way of dealing with rivals he gets into their heads, messing with their minds and making them go insane, either until they kill themselves or until they put him on. Either way, they are no longer a problem.
.They are also both very protective of you and would not let any harm come to you. You are theirs and that means it is their job to keep you safe.
.When they work together to be with they take their time with you.
.To them they did not have to rush and they could slowly make you love them.
.Almost as if they were toying with you!
.They would become more controlling as time goes on, especially SCP 035.
.He cannot stand the idea of anyone else being near you or you talking to anyone else.
.Also when SCP 035 was on your face he made a connection with you so that he could see every memory you had from the moment you were born and how you came into this world.
.So he knew every single, man, woman, or person you had attraction to and he memorized their faces and vowed if he ever saw them he would kill them!
.They should not be allowed to breathe after they stole a part of you from him and SCP 049.
.SCP 049 is the one that would lose his patience at some point.
.He is a very patient yandere but he at some point would not be able to stand the sick people around you.
.How you could become sick and be taken from him and SCP 035.
.It is unacceptable. He has to see you every day to make sure that you have not fallen ill and that he can make sure you are healthy.
.They would manipulate the foundation to have more and more time with you, and the foundation would be more than glad to throw you to your yanderes, as the information they value more than your life.
.SCP 035 and SCP 049 both know this and use it to their advantage.
.If they cannot live with you in the foundation then they would breach containment and take you with them.
.It is up to the foundation if they stay in line or not.
.They both fully confessed to you together, that it was not just teasing or companionship but that they were in love with you and wanted you to be theirs and theirs alone.
.If you accept their love they would be over the moon and have a twisted threesome with you, where you learned a lot about their anomaly.
.If you turned them down they would make sure to work on breach containment to take you with them.
.Clearly, the foundation has poisoned your mind and you NEED to be away from the Foundation to see their love!
.They would make you see it, mark their words.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, I might do a scenario on YouTube and there will most likely, be a mini-series of this again most likely on YouTube! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
tags: Daryl Dixon x male reader, male reader, hurt/comfort, angst, immune reader
warnings: blood, graphic violence at one part, read at your own risk, zombies, heavy angst.
note: this was one of my more difficult ones to write, so I sincerely apologize if it is slow in some places.
PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!! THERE IS HEAVY ANGST IN THIS FIC!!!!
My heart pounded in my ears. I couldn’t really help it, scavenging in these gas stations and grocery stores. It always heightens my anxiety. I always over think of the ‘what ifs.’
What if there’s a group of walkers?
What if there’s other people and they’re hostile?
What if, what if, what if.
My eyes dart between the aisles, scanning for movement. I turn back to the shelf and resume stuffing my bag with whatever’s left of the canned goods. I listen out for myself, focusing on the cans.
I hear the scrape of the cans against the metal shelf. They clack as they join the other cans in the bag. I can hear the birds outside the store. I look out the window. The sun’s out, the light filtering through the trees.
A hand was suddenly on my shoulder. I jump, dropping the bag in my hands.
My hand goes to the knife in its hilt on my side. I draw, pointing it at whoever’s behind me.
A hand catches my wrist, blocking my attack. “Easy, tiger.”
It’s just Daryl.
His blue eyes meet mine. “Jus’ wanted to make sure you’re alrigh’.”
“I’m ok.” I bend down to pick up the bags of cans. Rummaging around to make sure none of them busted in their fall. All of them were good. He watches me as I bend down to pick them up. “Nice day, isn’t it?”
He looks out the glass doors. I watch as his face turns to that look he gets when he’s about to shoot something. I hear that all too familiar rasping growl behind us. I yank my backpack on, not even glancing behind me. My knife is out of its sheath once again.
We run toward the back hall, disappearing into an unlit corridor. I pull out a flashlight from the side pocket of my backpack. The light is weak, but it’s enough to see by.
From the front of the building, I hear glass breaking. The groans of nearby walkers get louder and louder. I hear Daryl swear under his breath.
We walk further down the hall, quickly locating the back exit. I reach for the doorknob, but he stops me.
“What?”
“We don’t know what’s out there.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Jesus Christ, we do not have time for this.”
“You got a better plan?”
I don’t. He’s looking at me, waiting for an answer that I don't have. He presses his ear to the door. The growls are getting louder and louder.
“Anything?” I whisper to him.
He looks at me and then back at the door. It’s at this moment that my flashlight decided to die. I hear his feet shuffle as he stands up. I look up at him, but it’s no use. We can’t see each other.
I open the door, stepping out into the blinding sunlight. I can’t see anything for a moment, but my vision clears up seconds after that. But it was seconds too late. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, with a walker on top of me.
I squirmed and kicked. I landed one on its leg that got it to stumble back a little bit. I scrambled to get back on my feet, reaching for my knife. The worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life exploded in my shoulder.
Those snarls fill my ears, as it chews on my shoulder. I grab my knife, ready to stick it into this thing's brain, but an arrow beats me to it.
I shove the body off of me. Stumbling to my feet, I turn towards Daryl. He drops his crossbow. His eyes never leave my shoulder. Looking down, my shirt was stained red. I look back up at him, but he won’t stop looking at my shoulder.
“Daryl-”
“No.”
“You have to.”
He finally looks away from me.
“There’s no other way. I’ve only got a little bit of time, and i’d like to spend it causing the least amount of pain possible.”
“The least amount of pain?! You say you want ta cause the least amount of pain when you ask me to-”
He takes a step toward me and I take a step back.
“Just give me-”
“A few minutes? That we don’t have?”
“Please.”
I breathe out a heavy sigh. I walk over to a curb and sit down. He looks over at me with so much sadness. I pat the curb beside me. He sits with me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He looks down at me, but he doesn’t shrug me away.
“I’m so sorry.”
I look up at him. “For what?”
He looks down at my shoulder.
“It was bound to happen.”
He shakes his head.
“Hey Dar?”
“Mmmm?”
“Tell me a story.”
We sat like that for a while. Swapping stories, laughing. I did my best to forget what was about to happen. I don’t know why, but this wasn’t like the other infections I've seen. They got nauseous, feverish, like a horrible case of the flu. This felt like I was just going to fall asleep.
I wrapped my hand around Daryl's arm and closed my eyes for what felt like the last time.
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Daryl looked down at your body. You looked sweet, like you were just sleeping, instead of turning into a cannibalistic monster.
He gently reached over, brushing his fingers over your cheek. Your skin was cool, but not cold.
He began to maneuver your body, so you were laying on the ground. He sat back on the curb, watching you. Waiting for you to wake up, or move, or do something.
Minutes turn into hours.
Daryl had a horrible idea.
Reaching his hand over, he placed two fingers on your neck. Quiet, and too far apart, but there’s still a pulse. Your breathing is shallow.
He takes his hand back, his calloused fingers accidentally brushing your eyelashes.
He sat back onto the curb. His face in his hands, trying to pretend like he doesn’t care, like he’s not crying.
Another hour passed.
If you were breathing, he couldn’t tell. He stood up walking over to the dead walker. He yanked his arrow out of the thing's head with an ugly squelch. He spotted your knife laying near him and picked it up.
A small hunting knife. Not used for much, but in your hands it was a deadly tool. You always found a way to make use of something. To keep everything included in the big picture. Like you always found a way to include him.
Turning the knife in his hand, the light of the sun caught on the blade.
He threw it down, the metal clattering against the pavement.
He rolled the walker over, kicking it in the teeth. Kicking and punching the corpse repeatedly until he’s had his fill. Walking over and sitting on the curb.
Watching you lay on the ground. He sits, not inches from you, and he doesn’t know how to help.
Picking up the knife, he moves to sit beside you. His knuckles flexing around the grip. Almost no signs of life from you. Using his other hand, he gently strokes your cheek, his rough hands scratching your cheek.
“I Hope yer listenin’, because I’ll say this only once. I’m sorry I let this happen to you. You shouldn’t have to go this soon. You meant so much to all of us. To the group, and to me especially. You made me so happy. I was glad to call you my friend. I just wish…”
At this he pauses, looking up at the sunset. “I just wish I had just a little more time. So I could have had the chance to call you more than that. So I could have called you mine. I loved- I love you.”
He raised the knife, looking down at you.
“C’mon, baby. Open those pretty eyes of yours.”
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The first thing I notice is the noise. The leaves rustling, and I hear someone talking.
“….wish I had a little more time. So I could have had the chance to call you more than that. So I could have called you mine. I loved- I love you.”
The voice is soft and sad. And I know that voice.
I can’t move. Why can’t I move?
My friend just told me he loves me and I can’t even move.
Move, dammit!
Why does my shoulder hurt?
Oh.
I got bit?
I got bit?!
Is this what they all feel like?
That can’t be right.
I feel the pavement underneath me.
Why am I laying down?
I clench my fingers. Well, at least I can do that.
I open my eyes, but I can barely see. The light is so bright. I hear him scramble back.
I turn my face toward him. My throat feels raspy, and I take a deep breath in.
He looks both horrified and bereaved.
“Daryl?”
I slowly reach out my hand toward him, pain shooting through my shoulder and arm. He looks from my hand, to my shoulder, to my face.
He raises the knife in his hands, his muscles tense to strike. I raise my arms above my head, trying to block a potential blow.
He stops, his arm still poised above my head.
“You’re alive?”
I nod slowly, not really understanding for myself.
He drops the knife, bringing me in for a tight hug. I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him as if he were the last person on earth.
He’s warm against me. Holding him in my arms feels like a dream. I was so close to dying, and yet here I am. Holding my friend, who just told me he loves me.
“I heard what you said.”
His grip tightens around me.
I pull away so that I can see his face. He looks at me with love and concern.
I kiss him quick, holding him as tightly as I can.
“My shoulder.”
I see him glance at my shoulder, and then back to my eyes.
“What if we told Rick what happened?”
“What if they kill you?”
“We should tell Rick. He’ll see that I don’t have any symptoms. The worst that could happen is he locks me up for a few days.”
“Or they will kill you. I can’t let that happen.”
I kiss him again. Holding in my arms, I’ve never been so unsure. But I know that whatever happens, I’ll have him.
May I please have TWDG Louis with a s/o that is immune to the walker bite?
A/N~ Ooooohhhhh funnnnn!!! I adore Louis!! That sweetheart<3 This is a really cool idea! Hope you enjoy!
Louis x GN!Immune!Reader
Angst, Happy End
C/W~ Gore, Swearing, Sad Louis
Louis and S/O had been out hunting, checking their traps, mostly just goofing off together when they became surrounded by walkers, suddenly. Louis was fighting off the walkers on the left with Chairles whilst S/O fought off the walkers on the right with their bow and their knife if the walkers got too close. S/O had been too focused on clearing out the walkers in front of them that a walker had managed to sneak up behind them, S/O noticed to late, as they raised their arm, knife in hand, the walker took its chance, quickly chomping down on their clothed forearm as S/O slashed through its decaying flesh and stabbed it through the temple.
"Oh Fuck!" S/O exclaimed, drawing Louis' attention towards them, before he quickly killed the last walker. "What?" He questioned worriedly, as his face fell, eyes landing upon S/O's wound. He felt the worst heartache of his life as the tears began welling in his eyes, being faced with the eventual loss of his partner, another best friend. "Lou." S/O's gentle voice cut through his rapid thoughts "It's going to be okay." He finally met their eyes, S/O's heart broke at his devastated face. "No! No! It's not! I'm gonna lose you! I-I-" his voice broke, he silently sobs, laying his head on S/O's unwounded shoulder. They raised their arms to hold Louis as he cried, one hand to rub his back comfortingly, the other to play with his hair gently.
"Lou, you need to listen to me. This is going to sound crazy and impossible and unbelievable but I need you to trust me, okay?" S/O spoke softly, patiently waiting for Louis to ready himself, he nodded to indicate he was listening. S/O took a slow breath to prepare themselves for the reaction they may receive, "Its going to be okay because, I'm immune." Louis felt an intense shock as he took a step back from S/O, both of them missing the warmth the other offered. "What? How? "Are you sure?" He asked impulsively and quickly, looking quizzically into their eyes "I don't know how or why but, a few years before I came to Ericson, I was bit by a walker. I didn't want to turn, so I knew what I had to do," they paused, watching Louis for a short moment before they finished "I didn't, obviously, because I wasn't getting weaker, or sicker, my wound was healing. I guess it was a miracle, but I kept it to myself. I know how most people would react to this. But I trust you. I love you Lou."
Louis felt his heart glow as S/O's confession fell upon his ears. "I love you too!" Louis laughed gleefully. The two had been a couple for months, but this was the first time they'd confessed their love for each other. They smiled sweetly, with love filled eyes. After a few moments the pair quickly collected the rabbits, of which there was only two, and began making their way back to the boarding school, side by side, hand in hand, as they'd always be.
tags: rick grimes x male reader, immune reader, slow burn, angst with a happy ending
warnings: violence, walkers, reader gets bit
note: I didn’t finish this until this morning, so I’m sorry if the ending is rushed.
I tended to avoid people when I did supply runs. Not speaking to anyone, reveling in the silence. Letting my mind occupy itself with my work. I hauled case after case of bottled water to the car.
“Hey.”
I looked up from the trunk of the car. I felt a smile come onto my face without meaning for it to. Rick was my friend. I genuinely miss him.
He set a little cloth doll on the case of water. “What about this for Judith?”
I picked it up, looking at it for a moment. “It’s cute, she’ll love it.”
He smiled at me, with a quiet and gentle smile I rarely saw anymore. We got back to work.
Walking back into the aisle, I was looking down at the ground. I tend to do that when I turn off my brain, so what happened next was on me.
A familiar rasping groan stirred me from my thoughts. I jerked my head up. There were two of them. I pulled out my knife as the first one got dangerously close. I felt its hands grab onto my shirt as I stabbed it in the eye.
I pushed it off of me and the second was at my side. I felt its teeth sink into my shoulder. I reward it by stabbing in the temple, my knife entering its skull with a sickening squelch.
I heard someone running behind me. I turned around, and there was Glenn. His eyes go to my shoulder. “Holy shit.”
I heard footsteps headed my way. I took a bandanna off my backpack, wrapped my shoulder, and then removed my backpack entirely and gave it to Glenn.
“What are you doing?!”
“I have to get out of here.”
He gave me a ‘what the hell’ look before asking, “What do I even tell them?”
I shrug, despite the lightning bolts of pain it sends to my shoulder, and tell him,
“The truth.”
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That was two weeks ago.
For the first few days, I felt like crap. At one point, I sat down. Leaning my back against the tree, feeling the bark against my skin.
I wept, grieving the life I had apparently lost, but grateful that I had made it farther than I thought I would.
I fell asleep against that tree.
When I woke up, it was a brand new day.
I’ve spent the rest of that time scavenging old stores. I went back to the store once and waited for them to come back.
I guess they assume I’m gone.
That’s not a wrong assumption.
I’ve taken to walking on the side of the road, waiting for cars to come.
It felt like a stupid idea at first, until I realized there’s not a lot of people to drive cars anymore.
I space out still, but this time I don’t have to worry about walkers anymore. They’ve started to treat me like one of them. I don’t know whether to be worried or relieved.
I’m spaced out when a car pulls up behind me. It’s dusk, so I couldn’t see who got out of the vehicle. I pull my knife out anyway.
I heard Rick’s voice call out my name.
The headlights were blinding, but I smile like I can see him anyway.
“How are you still alive?”
“Because God thought I was too handsome to kill.”
He steps toward me, where I can see his face if I squint enough. He looks pissed.
“Why did you leave?”
I feel the grin drop from my face. “Because I thought I was sick. I didn’t want to put anyone in danger.”
Confusion etches itself into his features.
“Sick? Sick how?”
“Did Glenn not tell you?”
“Tell me what.” His questions started to become statements as his annoyance grew.
I pulled off the bandanna on my arm, turning into the light so he could see. He grabbed my arm roughly so that he could get a good view of the infection that had tried to kill me.
“You left because you got bit? You should have stayed, we could have helped you.”
“I left because we’ve lost so much. I didn’t want to cause anyone anymore pain. You’ve been through so much.”
“Who says you get to make those kinds of decisions?”
I stare at him for a while. “Why do you care so much that I left?”
He just scowls at me.
“No, seriously. Why?”
He takes my arm in his hand. He gently touches the bite. His expression seems to soften. The pieces start to fit together.
