#scp iceberg

[bunniesarchives]

Ain't finishing it

[snezka-049]

First drawn scientists from the SCP Foundation

[jezzylikepink4ever]

Ok just post something because I just still feel bad…

[belarsh]

This is my first post with Dr. Iceberg.

Note: Any requests for promotion by Researcher Iceberg are pre-denied. He's too useful where he is. -O5-10

(This is my version of the character)

[markedbambi]

DOCTORS FIND OUT YOU'RE GETTING BULLIED FOR YOUR WEIGHT

Rewritten!!! Previous

Also on Wattpad!!

Jackie information here [Dr. Bright rewrite] Fanfic masterlist here

Romantic btw!!

TW: Obvi body shaming, bullying, body dysmorphia, death

Note- This is my first time writing for Gears and Gerald so I apologize if they are not accurate. Please tell me if I messed them up and I will gladly rewrite their areas to fit them better!

Pt 2 will be made with Kondraki, Rights, Light, Talloran, Draven, Mikell and 05-1 soon!

Words: 6167

Previous words: 1917 Includes: Dr. Clef, Dr. Glass, Dr. Gerald, Dr. Gears, Iceberg and Jackie Redacted Reader is gender neutral!

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FIC BELOW!!

Dr. Alto Clef [He/Him] - Unlabeled

Hm... What do you get when you cross bad shit insane with extremely protective? A guy who's willing to make someone's life hell for even glancing at you wrong.

You and Clef met on a project, working together on [insert random SCP here]. He was technically your 'boss', or more-so the one you'd report to with whatever findings you scrapped together after extensive research. At first with the [probably crazier than Jackie] director, you kept your distance. Specifically, after watching the stout man bonk someone over the head with a ukulele after 'daring' to question him. But for whatever reason, whether it be whatever god[s] above enjoyed keeping you on your toes- or Clef himself preferring your company over everyone else.. you became 'stuck' with him. Others gave you sorry looks, words of encouragement as if you were being sent to the damn electric chair.

Though you figured out rather fast that- unlike the others- he respected you. He valued your opinions, your suggestions with various projects you two conveniently always worked on, you were sure by now that he was pulling some strings to make sure you were always on 'his team'.

Dating came slow, very slow. He treated it as if he were approaching a stray cat, or- maybe he was the stray cat?

For the first two years, you two remained friends. You grew used to his 'quirky' personality, his humor as well. You kept up with him the best you could, which was enough for him to always invade your space. Whether it be at the cafeteria, where he'd sit and steal bites from your lunch- or in your office where he'd come in just to sit somewhere and pluck from his ukulele.

The third year he started acting just a tad bit different, you'd find flowers [usually torn out of the ground] on your desk, he started spending even more time with you- practically following you around the site, he teased you constantly with shit that didn't even make sense.

"Yer so nice, you must've been bullied in school." he'd say before just turning away and walking down the hall, meanwhile you just respond with a "...what?"

You two never really had a 'standing', no official title but by the fourth year it was clear to you he 'liked' you more than just a friend [or someone to annoy]. He never uttered the words 'I love you' or did anything sappy, his way of showing 'love' was by just being there. Whenever you questioned his presence, he'd always make up the excuse 'yer just special I guess.' or say 'I just wanna spend time with my favorite person, is that a crime?'

But today he'd show his 'love' in a different way

Now it was no secret you were on the heavier side; you had lived with this for long enough to get used to the comments. But damn, today just felt different- maybe because you had begun to notice people tend to not speak 'ill' of your... 'friend'.

It wasn't even anything you feel you should be upset about; it was just some dumb office gossip- people being cruel that you barely even knew. Comments about how 'tight' your clothes looked, a passing comment from one 'suggesting' you get a bigger size.

It really shouldn't be affecting you like this; you had dealt with worse bullying in high school. Maybe once more, you had grown so used to not receiving those types of insults- or maybe from just being around Clef so often.

You were stuck in your own head, hunched over some papers that kept growing blurry the more you tried to focus. You hadn't heard the distant sound of a ukelele being plucked, nor did you notice the door to the lab being opened, or even Clef stepping up beside you till he elbowed your side.

You jumped, blinking rapidly for a moment before you turned your head and looked towards him. Rubbing the area between your eyes you spoke up, unaware of how upset you really sounded. As you spoke you sounded tired, which could've been brushed off by anyone else as 'working too hard'. But the distant look in your eyes gave Clef enough reason to question your behavior.

"Someone piss in your cereal or something?" He asked, attempting to keep up his unserious attitude towards things. When your eyes focused on him again, glossed over this time he paused.

Now- Clef is crazy, eccentric and even sadistic at times, but there are parts of him that obviously care. His Cheshire smile faltered as he eyed you with all three of his eyes, before just flat out questioning you. "Alright, what happened?"

You debated internally for a moment to even tell him, worried he'd laugh at you for being so upset over 'middle school insults' you had dubbed them. But you spoke, retelling the insults from another researcher.

Clef felt his eye twitch, it WAS dumb, but he hated seeing you upset. He hated how helpless you looked, so without another word he hummed turning around with a "I'll be right back." You of course knowing how he can be quickly stepped behind him to stop whatever 'plan' he was hatching in his mind. Only for him to pause and 'order' you to "stay put."

So, not wanting to provoke Clef further you stepped back. Watching him give you one last glance before he promptly exited the lab, leaving you to question if you had just sighed your 'bullies' death certificate. It took around thirty or so minutes till he came back, back to his usual self and acting as if nothing had happened. You also chose to not question whatever Clef could've done, wanting to remain 'clueless' to it. Well until the intercom sounded off the next day with a 'in memoriam' of the person who had been messing with you.

Yeah, Clef doesn't stand for anyone hurting those he cares about lol.

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Dr. Simon Glass [He/They] - Dating

So, to start you were one of Simon's patients like many others within the Foundation. A researcher who just needed to vent their frustrations off so they wouldn't blow a fuse. Y'know normal stuff!

Somewhere in your time spent with Simon you two had become friends, which wasn't much of a surprise given how friendly Simon tended to be. Your therapy sessions soon just became hangout sessions; sure, you still vented to them here and there- but those became rare given you finally had someone you could escape the chaos with.

Simon of course becoming your friend was extremely caring, always complimenting you, making sure you knew how good you looked. Honestly it should've been obvious he liked you, always growing flustered around you, going out of their way to find you outside of their office, his compliments that were less of 'you look nice today!' and instead more-so 'you're like sunshine in human form' which they'd say with a noticeable twinkle in their eye.

Colour you surprised after 6? Maybe 7 months [don't say it.] of forming your friendship with the sweet doctor, that when you walked in for your daily 'hangout sesh' with Simon, the man had practically thrown a bouquet of flowers at you. Fumbling over their words as they tried to ask you out, Simon internally cringing with how awkward they sounded. Thankfully though you found their fumbling cute and agreed to go out with them.

Glass was an utter sweetheart, being your [previous] therapist too they knew about some of your.. 'issues' that mainly being your insecurities when it came to clothes. Simon now as your partner made it their mission to practically suffocate you in enough love that those insecurities would vanish from your mind. Simon truly believed he was making progress too, you started wearing clothes you liked instead of the usual [insert whatever here]. You stopped idly staring at your food, worried how you'd look eating in front of them, you also began to stop questioning if they were attracted to you.

Simon was beyond ecstatic, happy to see you finally love yourself and not question his love. Then- it all came to a halt, Simon was always an observant fellow especially with their career. So, he easily noticed your progress going backwards.

Glass hated to admit they didn't see the first sign though, you had gone from the cute clothes back to your old ones. Simon had just chalked it up as 'maybe they just didn't like those clothes', but then Simon started catching you staring at yourself in the mirror, your questions about his love once again returned- but Simon tried to rationalize it. People tend to 'relapse' when trying to improve, if they showed enough love you'd go back to your old self. But once he caught you skipping meals- Simon didn't want to pressure you, nor push you into speaking- they were just concerned. They finally decided to speak up.

During one of your 'breaks' with him, as you laid against their couch staring off to the ceiling as Simon pretended to busy themself with work. He eventually set his pen down, sitting back as the chair creaked, they cleared their throat grabbing your attention.

"Something wrong Simon?" You asked, sitting up as you did so. Simon paused, for once unsure how to really- approach this. You weren't a patient anymore, and sure Simon had plenty of friends, but he also tended to accidentally act more as a therapist than a friend giving comfort at times. After maybe ten full seconds Simon finally spoke up, giving you a caring look "[Y/N], you know you can tell me anything right?"

You blinked confused, then realization hit- had you been too obvious? You heard Simon push his chair back, then footsteps against the carpet that lined the floors in their office. Simon sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you. "I care about you [Y/N], please- tell me what's wrong.. I don't like seeing you like this-"

Those words were what broke the camel's back, like a dam breaking tears began to stream down your eyes which just made Simon hold you closer. Concern shining in their eyes as you whimpered out what had happened, someone had decided to make it their mission to make your life a living hell. The personnel going out of their way to mock you for your weight, even question your relationship with Simon- claiming it was just Simon looking to fix you, that you were just some 'pet project'.

For once, Simon was unsure what the hell to say. They had truly thought everyone in the Foundation was mature enough to not go around and shame others for their body, then again that was a rather naive thought. Simon shook their head with a sigh, bringing you closer to whisper sweet words into your ear. Their hand combing through your hair, only pulling away to make it that their office would be closed for the day.

Once you had fallen asleep on the couch, Glass gently pulled away throwing one of the many throw blankets he had collected over you. Brushing your bangs out of your face before drawing his attention to their computer, pulling away from you finally to sit back at their desk. Minimizing the previous files they had been looking at before you came in, they pulled up an email typing in a favor to a close friend of theirs- a certain 'crazed' director

The last you had heard of the one who decided to harass you, they had been 'promoted' to Keter duty at Site-19. And no matter how much you questioned Simon, he didn't seem aware of this promotion. But you could swear you had seen a small smile crack on his face when you had told them, ah well at least they're gone right?

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Dr. R. Gerald [He/Him] - Unlabeled

Your relationship with Gerald is a HUGE surprise, like- everyone thought it would've been more likely for you to be with a damn 05 member rather than Gerald of all people. Gerald just seemed to bring chaos no matter where he went, hell he could probably be put in a Guinness world record book for 'most times being the sole survivor of anything and everything'. Just due to how many times people would drop dead around him, yet he'd still be standing [injured but standing].

Then you came along, a new medical staff that had been pushed to aid the infamous Dr. Gerald. Safe to say Gerald liked you, hell he liked anyone who was willing to be around him without fearing they'd drop dead from a heart attack or have a comically large piano dropped on them from out of nowhere. He always caught himself ranting to you, venting most of the time. He started to catch himself hoping to see you, even making a few passing comments how just your touch alone made him feel 100xs better. He had a crush, maybe more when he really thought about it.

He was so caught up in his little crush he didn't even notice how you always seemed 'fine' around him, even when others would 'pay the price' by being near him. It wasn't until he somehow caused a chemical fire in the medical bay [which had led to the death of everyone in that room but him.. and you.] For about a couple weeks he stayed the hell away from you, scared that luck had been on his side one single time and that next time you'd surely die. But then you kept appearing whenever his 'luck' caused others to die. You would always be standing, perfectly fine maybe you were immune?

It took a LOT of time for him to eventually be okay with being near you, sure he had been fine with brief conversations in the medical bay- but he still had the anxiety ridden worry that you'd just one day drop dead from a heart attack or something. But after a few years of knowing you, he just grew used to you accepting that you were probably one of the few that could be around him without fear of consequence. Hell, you had become the one to pull him out of 'sticky' situations. Such as the time you helped him get his tie out of the shredder or saved him from a breached instance of SCP-939 in the halls.

You two were close, but Gerald was far too scared to put a label on anything. That voice ringing in the back of his head 'what if that's when luck decides to be your enemy?', 'what if that's when they finally drop dead?' Gerald was just fine with the status quo, unlabeled specifically.

Now, you were often used to the 'looks' and offhand comments you'd receive from other personnel. It was just something you had decided wasn't worth your time, while yes it was rather annoying what exactly could you truly do about it? Go tattle to the site director about how others were bullying you? You're sure your director would just laugh in your face.

But it seems your own luck would shine through, sitting in a lab aiding Gerald in filling out some of his paperwork- as previous times before his papers would somehow just spontaneously combust into flames... You felt eyes on you, glancing back you noticed one of the personnel that seemed to have a life goal of making yours a living hell staring at you. The man often made it a point to embarrass you, always making sure everyone could hear the backhanded comments he made about you. Whether they be about how your attire looks ready to tear or mocking you for an endless number of reasons.

Almost forgetting who you were standing beside, you sighed rubbing your forehead as you felt the need to step out. "Hey, Gerald." He responded with a hum before tilting his head in your general direction. "Something- Something wrong [Y/N]?" Far too much worry lacing in his voice as he asked, you merely shook your head reassuring him with a gentle pat to his back "No- No, just need to step out for a minute kay? You think you can handle the work for a couple seconds?"

Gerald seemed unsure about it, fidgeting with the new tie you had to buy him. Slowly his head nodded "yeah-! Yeah, no worries-!" He spoke up, trying his best to sound so sure. You gave him a thankful nod before stepping away from him, walking out into the hall- the door behind you closed with a robotic 'wrtzz'. Taking a breath, you leaned against the sterile wall reminding yourself of your site therapists' words 'breath in for three, breath out for three'

You took a deep breath, counting up to three in your mind as your eyes closed. Then after a second you let it out, counting once again. Taking a moment, you prepared to do it again before-

BOOM!!

The labs doors flung to the wall across from you, you jumped back per instinct watching as smoke filtered out of the room. Your eyes drifting to the smoke quickly panicked, your mind remembering who exactly you left in the room by themselves. You quickly turned, hands gripping onto the sides of the now broken door before you brought one in front of you to wave the smoke away with a couple coughs.

There amongst the now destroyed lab sat Gerald, having just climbed up from the floor. His clothes now covered in ash and soot, the ends of his coat and tie completely singed. His arms rested on the table as he pulled himself up, his eyes searching for the papers.. only to see them turned to ash. Gerald groaned faceplanting to the desk with a mumbled 'dammit...'

You made your way in as other personnel made their way over, some accessing the damages as others cursed 'that damn Gerald' for ruining a perfectly good lab. You crouched to his level, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you helped lift him up. Making sure to keep him beside you so he wouldn't hurt himself further, before you dragged him out you took one final glance around knowing you'd have to make a report on Gerald's behalf.

Your eyes immediately locked onto a figure laying on the floor, unmoving and far more injured than Gerald. You only took a second to look at them before you turned back around and dragged Gerald out. What a shame.. well at least you won't have to deal with the mans comments anymore.

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Dr. Charles Gears [He/Him] - Unlabeled

Oh boy, don't you know how to pick them.

I'm not judging I swear

Gears and you had met at [yep you guessed it] the Foundation, you were placed to work within a research team he had organized. You were a senior researcher amongst them, one who had given plenty of your life to the Foundation the tiredness etched on your face 24/7 was evident of that.

You and Gears weren't total opposites or anything, while yes you tended to be serious- you still showcased some sort of humanity meanwhile Gears was-.. well Gears. He was distant, 'cold' even to some. But he wasn't mean, he didn't push others away hell he had accepted you in his space. The more you two worked together, the more a sort of bond began to grow between you two.

You weren't really sure what to label it, no matter how much time passed. Even after his brief acknowledgements of your presence had turned into his hands absentmindedly brushing against yours. While your cheeks grew warm and you could easily feel butterflies in your stomach- meanwhile Gears would just.. stand there. So, yeah- you weren't sure where you two stood. Even after knowing him for over ten years, even after spending most of your lunch breaks with him, even after his words began to hold some sort of affection. He never asked for more, neither did you- a perfect status quo.

Over the years you had grown used to Gears's 'unique' personality, you'd even say his silence became a comfort to you. While you were unaware if he could say the same about you, he always tended to surprise you with seemingly knowing how exactly you were feeling that day. Somehow, he even knew if you hadn't eaten that day- always with the excuse 'you look peckish' or 'you look lighter than usual.' Then he'd 'order' you to go and eat something before returning to his office.

It was odd at times, walking into his office and the man seemingly able to tell you were frustrated over something- even when you never showcased it. No matter how hard you'd hide those feelings away, one glance from him and he'd comment on it. You began to wonder if those rumors about him being some sort of SCP were true; it wouldn't be much of a surprise given how many anomalous beings walked around as personnel rather than an SCP.

Today was barely different, minus your frustration at someone- a rookie specifically making offhanded comments towards you. Nothing you'd report her for, just childish questions such as-

"How are you still so big if you're working here?" or "with a diet of- whatever the Foundation feeds us, I would've thought everyone here would be skinny." Always of course followed up by a 'no offense!'

You didn't care; it was just someone with nothing better to do. Specifically, a new rookie who hadn't been picked for anything important yet. But deep down you were getting frustrated, as anyone would given this was becoming a repetitive occurrence. You would've thought the Foundation would've hired someone far more mature, then again that Jackie fellow was a literal Director- so maybe they were just taking whatever they could get at this point.

Stepping into Gears office, you gave a nod towards Iceberg as he passed by you- holding a stack of other people's work no doubt. You held the door for him as they gave a thankful nod, once he was halfway down the hallway you stepped in. Tugging your lab coat a little tighter around you, all these years and you still weren't used to how cold Gears office tended to be. Not that you would complain, you knew why it was cold after all.

Gears paused in his work, looking up from the file he had been writing in. He analyses you for a brief moment, then he sits up- straightening his back with a small crack sounding off as he comments "you're upset today." In that distant tone you had grown used too, knowing you couldn't hide much from him you give a simple explanation without much care.

"It's nothing, just some- new researcher making off handed comments." Gears eyebrow arches up as he sets his pen down beside the file he had been writing in "and these comments are?" He really wouldn't drop this then again, he was a 'no funny business' type of man when it mattered.

"Truly it was nothing, just childish comments on my weight. She will find an outlet for her- frustrations elsewhere soon enough." You waved your hand dismissively, wishing for the matter to be dropped. You didn't want to waste time on something so frivolous as this after all, but Gears only hummed in response nodding his head. "Very well, may I possibly know who is making these comments?"

You gave the name, not thinking much on it. Gears wasn't 'crazy', he wouldn't bash their head in like a certain three eyed director. You naturally just assumed he wanted the name so she wouldn't be placed on any upcoming projects he became a part of.

Time ticked forward, with the conversation having dropped. You two were once again sitting in silence like the many other times you two would 'hang out', Gears was writing something you couldn't see- you just assumed it was something to do with the file you had seen him previously work on. Meanwhile you were typing away at the laptop you tended to keep in his office, working on a report you had been tasked with.

The door to Gears office opened with a turn of the handle, in stepped Iceberg- adjusting his scarf before they announced their arrival "I apologize for my absence Dr. Gea-" before he could get anymore out though, Gears spoke up "Ah, Iceberg. Good, I have a request for you." Finishing up writing one last thing on the paper, he hands it to Iceberg causing the man to narrow his eyes for only a brief moment. "Please if you will, take this report to Dr. Cimmerian." Iceberg let out a small huff from his nose in annoyance before nodding, happy at least it was only one paper. "Yes sir."

With that, Iceberg turned right back around and left. You meanwhile turned your head towards Gears, knowing he tended to send work in all together. You questioned him "what was that?" Gears eyes met yours, you could almost swear you saw a twitch in the corner of his mouth as he responded, "nothing to worry about, it was just a report on Mrs. [You choose the name lol] comments towards you."

Next time you saw the woman, she thankfully ignored you. You could only guess she had been pulled into someone's office about her 'indecent behavior' as Gears called it.

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Julian Iceberg [He/They] - Dating

Iceberg was the last person people expected to see clinging to someone, people often referring to him as a jerk, cold [no pun intended] and just an utter asshole. But that all may just be due to the cards he had been given, surely anyone would turn bitter if their entire life was thrown upside down- to where he's forever cold [literally] after a failed experiment, while everyone and their mother threw their work at them.

Iceberg had met you when you were first brought in as a 'newbie', a JR researcher specifically. You were placed within Gears project groups, mostly due to your 'promising' work ethic. You two officially met when you had come to Gears office, planning to drop off a couple of reports and be on your way. But then you noticed poor old Iceberg, slumped over his desk, hand messing up his hair as it rested against their forehead, eyes burning from reading the same sentence six times already.

You stepped over to him, peering over his desk. The cold man flinching back as he finally glanced up from the paperwork only to be met with you staring at him, his eyes were wide as he gave you a once over making sure you weren't some- escaped SCP or something. Their body relaxed as he let out a sigh, expecting more paperwork to be dropped on his desk "can I help you?" They asked with a snappish tone, already annoyed by the mere thought someone else was here to drop loads of more paperwork on their desk.

"oh- sorry" you stand back up straight, giving him a sorry look "do you need any help with all that work?" Iceberg paused, tilting his head towards you to eye you with a glare. Expecting your words to be some joke "funny." Is all they give, waiting for you to laugh or something. Instead, though you shake your head "no- no I'm not joking, seriously- do you need help?"

That's how your friendship blossomed, it became a usual occurrence for you to appear in his and Gears shared office whether it be late in the day or just whenever you had free time. All to just help your newfound friend, you ate lunch with him, sat with them at briefings, it was safe to say Iceberg had grown to have some sort of soft spot for you.

So, maybe it shouldn't have been much of a surprise when Iceberg started getting a little too close to you. Touches lingered, always finding their head resting on your shoulder, their hand always finding some way to rest on you. Then one day those touches turned into him staring at you till you finally turned your head towards them, he kissed you and your relationship went from friends to partners.

Now, people are assholes. That's clear if you're over here being friends with Iceberg, while Iceberg was more of an asshole in the regard that they just weren't all too friendly- others were assholes in the insulting way. And oh so lucky you had found yourself standing before such, you had dealt with bullying plenty in the past. So, you tended to let their passing comments go through one ear and out the other.

But Iceberg wasn't, oh no no no. Iceberg wasn't gonna just stand by while someone insulted the literal light in their life, he would be an asshole right back.

It was as normal as a day could be within the Foundation, you and Iceberg were just coming from the cafeteria when someone passed by you. The person bumping into you rather harshly, the person stumbling back before giving a glare your way "hey there's other people in the halls y'know." You were quick to apologize, giving the person a sorry look.

Meanwhile Iceberg just stared the person down, already getting a bad vibe from the person that clearly ran into you. Once you turned your back, ready to keep walking you both heard it. The person behind you muttered an insult "fat ass.", Iceberg froze immediately, whipping their head around to face the person. "What did you say." The person who had bumped into you stared back at Iceberg, the two standing their ground. "You heard me."

Iceberg nodded slowly, their eyes narrowing as they spoke calmly "ah, I see. Thanks" Iceberg wrapped their gloved hand around your wrist, tugging you along as anger practically radiated off of them.

By the time you two got back to his and Gears shared office, Iceberg made sure you were okay. Rather awkwardly but still they tried, once he was sure you were fine Iceberg stepped to his desk. Plopping down in his chair as their fingers began to hit against the keyboard with more passion than you've ever seen them type, cautiously you stepped over standing beside them as your eyes raked over the screen.

There on it was an email addressed to Dr. Gears, a report on what just happened and a request for the person to be placed on Keter duty. You blinked a couple times in surprise "ah- Iceberg you don't need to-" But they cut you off with a final clack of the keyboard as they pressed the 'enter' key sending the email. "Actions have consequences." Was all he said before giving you a victorious smirk as if they had won some argument.

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Director Jackie [Bright rewrite] [Any/all] - Dating

You and Jackie met in a cliche way, yep you had become the 'wacky' director's assistant [I'm so original]. When you were first hired for the job, you didn't think much of it, you had met others in the Foundation who were the assistants of other directors- and even a few notable researchers. But when people began to give you their condolences upon the 'promotion' and sorry looks- You became a tad bit worried... okay, maybe more than just 'a tad bit worried' you became paranoid of how 'insane' this director actually was.

Especially given no one exactly filled you in on what they meant by 'the insane director', was he insane in a 'Dr Jekyll and Hyde' situation- or insane in a 'just sign your will already' way? Safe to say you were wrong in both thoughts.

In the beginning of your career with the 'crazed director' you were paranoid over every little thing they did, at one point falling somewhat asleep you had quickly woken back up after hearing a small huff from them. But your fear for the director died down as the months flew by, slowly realizing the guy was just... weird. Not in a bad way you supposed, but in a 'I put salt in that person's coffee instead of sugar' weird. She was a prankster, a chaotic mess, some may even say 'goofy'.

Your job soon went from 'look over these papers', 'get me coffee', 'hide this golfclub' to- 'help me sneak cottage cheese into Icebergs desk drawer', 'keep your director on a damn leash', 'play cookie run ovenbreak with me!'

Your relationship evolved, you were unsure if that was a good thing or not. Especially with Jackie pulling you into her 'pranks', entrusting you with information you probably shouldn't know, and the director practically clinging to you. Your relationship evolved from him barely even glancing at you to Jackie going out of their way to bring you lunch or some sort of gift, few occasions too you'd find your work done.

After around a year or so of this, Jackie eventually asked you out [rather awkwardly may I add] and your relationship became even more complicated. You weren't really an assistant anymore, you were more-so just someone in Jackie's office that helped with work every now and then. Your days of fetching coffee and being paranoid of your boss were over, now Jackie was practically glued to your hip.

Surprisingly to you Jackie was rather.. loving, it was no secret you were insecure about yourself at times. Somedays you felt confident and ready to trample the world, other days everything looked wrong on you- shirts too tight, pants too loose, hair too short, face too round, stomach too- much.

Jackie understood this, even if she wasn't overweight herself- they understood being insecure, nitpicking everything about your own appearance. He always found the right words to say, the right things to do- as if they've done this a million times over. Whenever someone tried to say something about you in their presence- oh boy Jackie would act as if their words were an afront to God.

Today would showcase that, as she was sitting at her desk spinning around in their chair- attempting to distract themselves from their work truly not wanting to do it. When you walked in, plopping yourself on the couch in his office. Jackie could take one look at you and tell something was up, your arms were crossed over your chest, face looking away from them, hair a mess and knee bouncing. Jackie practically jumped up to be your knight in shining... lab coat-

"[Y/N] hey- what's wrong?" Jackie asked, stuffing her hands into the pockets of their lab coat as they stepped over towards you. They loomed over the shadow, standing just in case you needed space- as you turned your head to look towards them Jackie froze. Your eyes were irritated, dried tears staining your cheeks and another round of tears ready to spill.

Jackie was silent for a moment, thinking on how to- approach this. Jackie wasn't the best when it came to comfort, their way of comfort tending to be humor. But, after clearing her throat and fidgeting with one of the buttons on their button up. He spoke up "what uh.. what happened?"

Wiping your tears away with the back of your hand, you explained the situation. Some new hires had started to make comments about you grabbing a second tray of breakfast, Jackie's tray- the one you always grabbed. They commented on your weight, made things up to whisper amongst themselves- and in return you had gotten so upset by their harsh words you had just, walked away neglecting the two trays and instead returning to Jackie's office.

"I'm sorry- shit I don't know why I'm crying." You excused yourself, trying to wipe the tears away. "I shouldn't be so upse-" But Jackie interrupted you, patting your shoulder a couple time. "Don't apologize [Y/N], you just... stay here and calm down yeah? Imma go report this to the higher ups." You probably should've questioned Jackie's motives more- but instead you just nodded as Jackie parted from you with a quick kiss to the temple of your forehead.

Jackie had proceeded to make their way to the security room, after finding out who caused your tears- Jackie decided to embarrass them back. How you may ask? By getting [a rather quick] approval by the 05 to host a middle school 'bullying is bad' seminar, fit with the ever so cringey acting, calling for volunteers in the crowd [which was them of course] and embarrassing them in front of everyone by literally bullying them back on stage.

Some found it funny, some found it childish- their opinions didn't matter to Jackie, when he saw you trying your hardest to not laugh in the crowd Jackie felt her mission was complete. Also yes, those who had bullied you didn't even dare to look in your direction again after becoming the talk of the site for the next month or so-.

Fun fact this took me three days to write LMAO but I hope you all enjoyed it! Hopefully I'll have part 2 out soon, if not then probably some other SCP x reader rewrite lol

Till next time [Requests open!]

[bloodnuke]

I squashed him, sorry

BLEH

[websidian]

Iceberggg lalalalalala 🫶😁

holy fucking freak. I HATE this guy.

^ guy who selfships with this guy.

[cringe-but-c0m3t]

Researching the effects of hypothermia because I’ve decided that Iceberg hasn’t suffered enough actually