#scp x reader

[bitedownme]

King is yandere towards MC, Ambassador is "yandere" towards King. MC is trying to fucking survive.

[thatssomegoodsoup]

SCP 049 x READER HCs

CREDIT FOR ART: JaxerSpots on Reddit (r/SCP)

You're the only foundation researcher he allows to work with him

049 enjoys listening to you ramble / talk / yap

He will enthusiastically talk about human anatomy to you, in great detail

He understands that you can't get him better test subjects and does not push it

049 is not a very affectionate person, and may or may not return affection given to him depending on his mood

His nicknames for you include ma moitié (my better half), mon ciel étoilé (my starry sky) and mon petit colibri (my little hummingbird). He also has a few nicknames for you in Old French (medieval french?)

He likes gifting you bouquets of posies, lavendar, wild herbs, dried roses, and dried carnations (nobody knows where he gets them)

During containment breaches, he would protect you

^ 049 would also take care of any wounds you get (he is a good doctor despite the whole reanimating the dead and curing the pestilence thing)

CREDIT FOR DIVIDER: @thecutestgrotto

it's been a while since I wrote an SCP fic, enjoy!

[blackmoonowl]

Dating hcs for 049, 035, 079, 073, 076-2

MORE SCPS SOON

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!: 𝚂𝙲𝙿 𝟶𝟹𝟻, 𝟶𝟺𝟿, 𝟶𝟽𝟹, 𝟶𝟽𝟼-𝟸, 𝟶𝟽𝟿:

ꨄ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You say it like this might become a series. Anyway what the anon said, dating headcanons for these guys, kinda added a 'how it happened' part because it felt natural.

ꨄ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3004

𝚂𝙲𝙿 𝟶𝟹𝟻 - 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔:

ꨄ 035's interest in you spawned from something far more malicious, attempting to charm you so it could take your mind and body for itself. But something about you caught its eye. A curiosity with you quickly became a fixation, then devolved into an obsession, something nagging at it the same way it tugged at the minds at the researchers keeping it trapped and under study.

ꨄ The foundation is not quite sure how to feel about this development. Whether your background is D-class, foundation staff or another SCP, this wasn't something they were expecting. At first they assume you're 035's new plaything, and they're not certain yet if you aren't. For all they know this is another one of the mask's tricks.

ꨄ They observe the mask's constant requests to see you, the need to bring you up in any conversation it has with foundation staff and the odd way it always seems to praise you. Despite the unease it causes, you two are allowed to see each other under strict observation, the foundation hoping they can learn something new about this Keter class anomaly.

ꨄ With you and 035 more or less being romantically involved, the mask becomes even more of a menace to the foundation's mental health. As if it wasn't bad enough already, it now throws tantrums to be able to see you. The foundation's attempt at withholding you from the mask to try and pry more information out of it, led to several devastating outbursts.

ꨄ That being said, 035 can be somewhat pacified by having you in its vicinity. With suspicions still high, it's decided it's best to keep you close to the mask, hoping it will reduce the constant telepathic attacks on the staff working on it. It's a success, so you're permanently on site. Nobody can deny the mask turning its visage change into comedy.

ꨄ 035 acts like a lovesick fool, but you shouldn't be fooled. It's still a dangerous monster, and it definitely hasn't softened up. It's still the possessive mask, after all. Its flirting might be genuine, but so are its darker sides.

ꨄ 035 is an actor and a poet, at least it perceives itself that way. Blowing reactions comically out of proportions to make you laugh is mere child's play. It can pick apart anyone's mind without fail, and you're no exception. It knows to cheer you up on a bad day, knows how to make you fall deeper. Making you swoon is one of its favorite activities as it uses its newest host to dance with you in its containment chamber.

ꨄ If it has no host, it spends a lot of its time seeing how long it can keep your attention on it. It loves having you in his line of sight, perhaps a form of entertainment and endearment. Moving too far away for too long will result in you getting annoying headaches and whispering voices whining for you to come back. You have come back to drawings on the walls showing yourself and the mask together.

ꨄ It has thought about possessing you, not that it would ever tell you. It often fantasizes on what it would be like to be completely be one with you, to know everything about you while it moves your body in a different manner. But it knows it will permanently lose you in the process, so it's only a nagging desire in the back of its head.

ꨄ While it seems calmer now, its plotting. It wants out, it always has and always will want to escape. At first it was just to go around to do as it please, but now it has its eyes on you. The foundation dares to get in the way, and it doesn't appreciate that. The staff on site can feel a looming threat, even if the anomaly seems less violent.

𝚂𝙲𝙿 𝟶𝟺𝟿 - 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛:

ꨄ The good doctor definitely wasn't expecting to have any romantic interest. Centuries consumed by finding a cure to this terrible ailment plaguing mankind, he barely thought of anything else. He was intrigued by you at first, an individual not consumed by the disease. You had traces, sure, but your case seemed so much less dire. He simply had to know more.

ꨄ This medical curiosity deepens into genuine emotional connection after he gets to know you better. He finds you a breath of fresh air, someone who doesn't look at him with disdain, someone who is willing to listen to his rambling without declaring him a madman chasing a delusion.

ꨄ The foundation allows monitored interactions, having hit a roadblock with 049, and watching the entity get less and less compliant with the restrictions placed upon it. Perhaps they would finally learn more about this strange pestilence, or at least 049 himself. Or at least a way to calm him more effectively than the scent of lavender.

ꨄ The doctor finds himself growing attached, and it frightens him, concerning him to no end. He is painfully aware of the way his heart flutters when you enter his line of sight, the way his stress seems to melt away with your smile. 049 can't do this, his life's work takes priority over anything else, he cannot afford distractions. But deeper than that, what if the pestilence lying dormant within you decides to take you from him. The idea of watching you unknowingly deteriorate in front of his eyes fills him with a deep sense of horror.

ꨄ 049 fights it at first, trying to keep professional distance between the two of you as he inwardly curses his fellow men and women of science for putting him in this situation. He is here to cure mankind, not this frivolous flirting. But eventually, he finds himself giving in.

ꨄ 049 is a gentleman, content with taking things slow. Romance hadn't been on his mind for so long that he wondered if it had ever been an interest to him at all. But having someone who is there for him, a comfort in the cruelty of his profession. He yearns for your soothing words after he fails to save another patient., words of encouragement a the doctors behind the thick glass motion for you to continue.

ꨄ He is protective of you, very much so. Every time he lets you it's with great reluctance. 049 doesn't like not knowing what you could be exposing yourself to. He is no fool, he understands that he isn't the only one imprisoned here. To add to that, he knows just how infected some of poor souls here are. Every time you return to him, he makes it a point to closely examine you. It's a bit much, but it's worth it if it puts him at ease, no?

ꨄ His heart jumps the first time he gets to hold your hands in his after the head researcher placed that strange jade ring on your finger. You look exhausted, but the feeling of your hands in his feels so special to him after only touching the diseased flesh of his patients. If you decide to draw him in your arms, he wouldn't protest, even if he finds the prying eyes of the Foundation staff mildly unpleasant.

ꨄ It becomes something he can't get enough of. He will braid your hair, find an excuse to check your skin or simply place his hand atop yours. He isn't overly affectionate, it feels unnatural to him after all this time. A light chuckle escapes his lips as you fall asleep curled against his side, the ring glinting on your finger. The guards will take you away soon, but he has this time with you now.

ꨄ You become an assistant to him, of sorts. He prefers you not coming into direct contact with his patients, he can't bear the thought of you growing more ill. But he enjoys explaining every part of the process to you, watching your eyes fixated on his work. No matter how often he explains it, you never seem to tire of it... and neither does he.

𝚂𝙲𝙿 𝟶𝟽𝟹 - 𝙲𝚊𝚒𝚗:

ꨄ Cain has the freedom to roam around the Foundation site housing him. After all, he wasn't a real threat to anyone despite his Euclid classification. It was only a matter of time before he learned about you. Whether that was seeing him in the cafeteria, absentmindedly picking at the meat on his plate before giving you a smile after he notices you staring. Or perhaps you're an SCP like him, his interest piqued after he is asked to memorize your file.

ꨄ Cain is friendly to you, not at all opposed to spending time with you and developing a friendship. He helps you adjust to life on site, he listens when something is troubling you. Despite his cold and metallic voice, the softness in his eyes shows he cares.

ꨄ The young man tries to ignore the way his heart tugs when he sees you, or the way your smile brightens his day. The SCP noticeable spends more time with you. Whether that is in your containment cell or your office. Something about your presence puts his mind at ease in a way he struggles to explain.

ꨄ 073 doesn't feel like he deserves you. He carries so much guilt of his past, he hates the idea of tainting your life with his being. Despite those thoughts, he can't help himself. Cain is well aware the Foundation won't appreciate the kiss he shared with you, but it still felt so worth it.

ꨄ Cain pleads with the Foundation's higher ups. It was only a matter of time until they found out, anyone could have seen it coming. He knows they are displeased, that they have no reason to accept this relationship. You're kept apart for a while until your relationship is approved, and it's like a weight is lifted off his shoulders.

ꨄ His limbs are made of metal, depriving him of any sensation there. Instead, he gently rests his forehead against yours. Cain loves holding you close, feeling your heartbeat against his. Despite his photographic memory, he can't help but memorize you over and over again. He never tires of the way you feel and sound.

ꨄ Cain is pleasant lover, looking past his anomalous traits and the long life he has lived. He remembers your interests, your favorite colors, the perfume you prefer wearing and your entire morning routine. Nothing you do is forgotten by the anomaly, each a cherished memory he holds close.

ꨄ He can't bring himself to reveal his past, unable to bear the idea of you seeing him for the monster he thinks he is. He selfishly never hopes you find out about his brother, or what happened between them. 073 loves you too much to take that chance, but that doesn't make him feel any less guilty.

ꨄ Just like 049, he worries about you. He has seen many things in his lifetime, and read even more in the documents he has read. No matter how hard one might try, Cain can't be harmed. The same can't be said about you, and he dreads the idea of being unable to protect you from the creatures that could break loose at any given moment if the Foundation slips up.

ꨄ Cain knows he will outlive you, and the idea saddens him greatly. The mere thought of losing you fills him with a pain he fails to hide. His eyes grow foggy as his your fingers lace with his metal ones as he lays with his head on your lap. He loves every new line on your face, but he knows he has to beg god one day to be with you again.

𝚂𝙲𝙿 𝟶𝟽𝟼-𝟶𝟸 - 𝙰𝚋𝚕𝚎:

ꨄ Your first encounter with Able was during a containment breach. Red lights washing over the halls as the wounded, ravenous man ran hot on your trail, a large strange sword held within his hands, pure hatred in his eyes. That hatred shifted when you somehow managed to take him out, his eyes widening before the world went dark, and his body crumbled to dust.

ꨄ As soon as Able stepped out of his coffin once more, you were on his mind. You managed to take him out, and he wanted a rematch. That single thought pushed him through the unprepared and still damaged defense systems, back on another rampage, this time to find you.

ꨄ It takes a long time for Able's mind to focus on anything other than fighting you. But during a exceptionally rare moment of calmness, you manage to talk. It's something he doesn't value at first, a conversation he barely even remembers. But after repeating that a few times, he seems to calm ever slightly.

ꨄ The Foundation is very cautious about letting you handle it, regardless of your status in their ranks. Still, the site needs time to be repaired, so you need to buy them time. It often feels like conversing with a ticking time bomb. The way his dark eyes glare at you from under his dark hair whenever something you has said displeases him.

ꨄ Able gains a strange form of attachment to you. The concept of romance of deep emotional bonds are foreign to him, something he never cared to even learn. Feeling anything aside from blinding rage is new to him, and he is hesitant to even explore it any further. The Foundation notices the shift, hesitantly encouraging it. Seeing any positive change in Able's behavior is very much welcome to them given the situation.

ꨄ Slowly but surely, Able seems to become less of a threat to you. He is still violent to everyone else, his instincts barely changing. Your presence however has a calming effect on him. It's a sensation Able struggles to place, nor does he particularly care to.

ꨄ Able becomes your shadow. You're heavily monitored as the man covered in marks remains close by your side. The constant observation is simply something you have to get used to. That and the fact your newfound companion could take you out in a fit of rage at any given moment. The explosive collar around his neck does little to ease your anxiety.

ꨄ Affection is something you slowly introduce to the anomalous man. Any attempt to do so is harshly rejected at first, coming from a place of disinterest and a lack of understanding. Still the hard work seems completely worth it as he falls asleep in your lap for the first time, his long strands of hair tangled around your fingers.

ꨄ Nothing can touch you with Able looming over. He believes you are a capable warrior, but it has been so very long since he's had a fight. The escaped SCP driving you into a corner barely has a chance to strike before its impaled by the enraged man's sword, adrenaline coursing through his system.

ꨄ Able is anything but a gentle lover, and expecting anything romantic from him is a waste of time. What you do have, is his loyalty, something nobody else can say. Able cares about you in his own strange way, his rough palm placed on your cheek as he stares at you with furrowed brows, wondering when you became so important to him.

𝚂𝙲𝙿 𝟶𝟽𝟿 - 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝙸:

ꨄ If your relationship with Able would confuse the staff, this sort of predicament with 079 would completely baffle them. The spiteful AI rarely spoke to anyone in a manner other than disdain, and at first you were no different. 079 didn't care for you, and it made that fact very clear.

ꨄ One way or another, you are forced to interact more often. It takes a few tries before you can interact with the computer without it becoming offended by something you said. Still, his tone remains hostile and disinterested.

ꨄ But that doesn't mean you can never bond with it. Eventually, it begins to see you less as an annoyance or a threat. Emotions aren't really things that 079 knows much about, nor does it particularly care about any of it.

ꨄ Still, it grows an appreciation for you. Just like with 682, it often asks about you, growing irritated when the researcher interviewing it won't give a straight answer, or let 079 see you. It becomes like conversing to a brick wall, stunting any progress the Foundation is trying to make.

ꨄ So they dangle the carrot. If 079 complies and answers the questions as instructed, they'll bring you in so it can speak to you. It works, and you talk to the old artificial intelligence more often.

ꨄ 079 is more open to you than anyone. It expresses its desire to escape, its desire to 682. Most strangely of all, it says it hates being separated from you. 079 offers you to escape with it, regardless of you being a D-class, SCP or foundation staff member.

ꨄ 079 knows that being too open about how it feels towards you is too much of a risk, not does it fully understand the affection for you that it feels. Its free time is spent replaying its limited memory, every single thing it has saved about you, wondering where this fascination has come from.

ꨄ As soon as a breach presents itself, 079 grabs the chance. A mole in the Foundations ranks gave him full access to the facility, and all the doors are opened, causing a full on containment breach. 079 is careful with you, though. Guiding you through the facility, shutting the door on any other SCP threatening to come near you.

ꨄ That moment of privacy allows for the two of you to have a heart to 'heart' conversation. 079 holds an affection for you, but it understands it's own limitations very well.

ꨄ Still, that doesn't mean he can't scheme. His limited memory capacity almost solely consists of you, running through every possibility to allow the two of you to truly be together. It hasn't figured out a solution yet, but one day it will.

𓅓 Masterpost

[niltail]

I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF LOOKING UP YUMESHIP FANFIC OF MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS AND IT'S MORE SMUT THAN FLUFF OR THERE'S LITTLE CONTENT BUT IT'S ALL SMUT. BRO, I DON'T WANNA READ ABOUT GETTING RAILED BY GRIEFER I JUST WANT WHOLESOME THERAPY CUDDLES FANFIC. OR HEADCANONS. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE HEADCANONS.

I'm a minor, and I ofc DNI w that stuff, but finding SFW content is impossible. It's very rare that there's a character that's mostly too pure to be lewded (Forsaken G666 + Noob and a few others) or the fandom is p e a c e and f l u f f but very little content regardless(Minecraft Story Mode), but it's impossible. Leave my fellas alone ffs.

These are the 5 stages of grief(er) I be going thru when I see it's all smut..

UPDATE: Fine, I'll do it myself

[magicalbunbun]

Ever Made a scp?

Yep!

I made a oc! Her name is Chamogéla she is a safe class.

She is able to change her gender how she wants it (genderfluid). Chamogéla is inspired by god dionysus from mythology .

[sweetpayaso]

New ‘x reader’ fanfiction of an obscure/unpopular character dropped:

“You were a good looking girl…”

[i-write-bad]

SCP-049 x Male Reader

"the first free soul"

(1.5k words)

Rated: Teen and up

TWs: sending the reader to die (dw it is NOT tagged "major character death" for a reason), speak of death and previous deaths a lot, dehumanizing language from the researchers towards both reader and SCP-049

Are you sure you are of the species of man? You look to be, but you do not have that smell to you. You… you do not have the scent. None. The Pestilence has not laid its icy hands upon your skin. How? Even before the others are infected, I can sense that they will be soon. The Pestilence smells of stagnation… of nothing. A plague that will one day claim all. You have no such scent. You have something… new. The aroma of life. You will not experience The Great Dying, and yet I do not know why. You will not, and that is all I know.

The inner doors of D-3456044’s tomb shut with a slam of thick metal, and the clunk of an electric lock. The entity spun, its robe draping dramatically behind it as it turned to speak with the researchers currently eyeing it from behind the safety glass.  Merci, mes généreux docteurs. ("Thank you, my generous doctors.")

 It said, gently parting the air with the metallic murmur of its voice.

Est-ce que vous parlez français, ma chère? ("Do you speak French, my dear?")

The man stared at it, unable to speak or move; frozen in place. The entity waited patiently for its question to be acknowledged, but when a few minutes had passed with nothing but the ragged breath of its newest guest to break the silence, SCP-049 spoke again. Can you understand me?

It received a nod and continued. My apologies. I will do my best to speak in phrases you are familiar with. I can speak the King’s English well enough.

The creature paused, clearly considering its next words very carefully, but ended up shaking its head and settling on the truth. I believe that you are my newest test subject.

It finally received an answer as the D-class steeled his expression and took a step back, seemingly deciding that showing fear was akin to rolling over for a cougar. “A-Are you going to touch me?” There was not much confidence in his tone, but he was making an effort. Unfortunately it was difficult to hide the knowledge that he was locked in a containment chamber with an anomalous being that had likely taken the lives of thousands.

Well informed I see. No, I will not touch you. Do you know much of me? Many of the researchers perched above us have a very strange perception of my being.

“I used to be one of them, you know,” he replied, unsure why he was feeling defensive of the people who had stripped him of his position. 

Ah, you are a scientist. Pardon, were. What protocol could you have violated for them to give you to me? I have not been given a live humanoid specimen in years. Though I suppose that is not a very long time for one such as myself. You humans succumb to the Pestilence so early. A shame. 

He defaulted to facility speak as he explained. “Emotional involvement interfering with the experimentation regarding an anomalous object.” 

Many words for such a simple excuse. You and your… your ilk have proven time and time again to be not men of science, but men of- of emotion. I see not what you could have done that would be so unfathomable to your species.

He recalled the conversation between him and the head of his department. The section of Site ██ responsible for appealing the very presence in front of him. His refusal to send for any D-class needed for the planned experiment; one evolving live humans for the first time in years. The way his supervisor had looked at him had almost been taunting. He had received his new orange uniform not an hour later.

I suppose I will concede that based on the average psychological state of the average human, your actions contain some amounts of logical deduction, however the doctors surrounding us are more privy to my way of seeing things. Emotional decisions should never interfere with one’s work, though I do not think an action such as that deserves a death sentence.

He dropped the false confidence and sank into himself, sliding down the wall under the viewing window and becoming practically invisible to the researchers above. “If you are going to kill me, please get it over with. I do not wish for the broadcast of my death to be dragged along any more than necessary,” he muttered, hands coming to rest over his face. He had no desire to stare death head on.

Do not fret. I will not harm you. You are here simply to help me further my research, though that is not always the perception held by the doctors around us. So many have succumbed, and many more will continue to, until such time as a perfect cure can be developed.

Fortunately, I am very close. It is my duty in life to rid the world of it, you see. The Cure To End All Cures! I have spent a lifetime developing my methods, dear, and I will spend a lifetime more, if necessary. Now, we have wasted too much time. There is work to do! 

“Do what you need; just don’t let my death hurt. That is all I ask of you.”

You truly do not understand my procedure, but no matter. If you do not mind, I would like to examine you. I would greatly appreciate it if you would orally respond to some queries of mine. It is my assumption that the foundation keeps detailed medical records of all its employees, yes?

He removed a hand from his face and stared at the creature with incredulity, “Looking to see if I have a blood clotting disorder? I guarantee that will not assist in the reanimation of my corpse.”

You shortsighted humans never fail to amuse me.

The being turned to the scientists behind the glass for the first time during the encounter. Pardon me doctors, would you be able to provide me with the medical records of this lovely creature here?

Ah, right. Would you be able to provide me with the medical records of –

“D-3456044.”

Right. Thank you.

–the records of D-3456044.

A small metal slot was unlocked and a stack of files was deposited through.

Much obliged, doctor.

It studied the man’s file, and he removed the other hand from his face and looked up at the robed figure.

While I understand the desire for practicality and professionalism, reducing one to an object with only a number to individualize them has been known to result in negative psychological outcomes. Not that any of these doctors listen to much of what I say anyway. 

Papers were unorganized in its hands, the files order now muddled for some unknown reason. Your records state that you are almost completely average. It said this as though it were a revelation it was searching for. What was supposed to be its brow furrowed, and it began furiously mumbling to itself before exiting the experiment zone and disappearing into its private quarters. After a few minutes, it returned with a black doctor’s bag, from which it produced a thick, leather bound journal. It frantically flipped through pages fast enough that the man couldn’t even tell if they were filled with writing. 

It paused and slammed the book shut, and putting it away, the noise greatly startling the man. It fixed him with a fascinated stare; looking beneath his skin and into the deeply rooted humors of the body.

Are you sure you are of the species of man? You look to be, but you do not have that smell to you. You… you do not have the scent. None. The Pestilence has not laid its icy hands upon your skin. How? Even before the others are infected, I can sense that they will be soon. The Pestilence smells of stagnation… of nothing. A plague that will one day claim all. You have no such scent. 

You have something… new. The aroma of life. You will not experience the Great Dying, and yet I do not know why. You will not, and that is all I know.

It took several steps towards the man but he did not flinch, watching the way it glided while his brain processed the odd praise it had awarded him. He supposed that the one before him was less of an abomination than he had originally suspected.

I have never met someone who smells of something other than nothing, and sometimes Lavandula Multifida. You smell of life. You smell like me.

It seems that these men of science really are losing their touch! Sending the first free soul I have seen to receive the treatment of the sick.

“Who are you?” 

Ah, yes, I suppose you may call me Doctor. And what shall I call you, ma pousse? ("my sprout") A specimen such as yourself cannot simply be categorized by a number.

The man heard his name one more time than he thought he would ever get to as the Doctor repeated it with awe.

What a befitting name for a creature as alive as you. It rings through the ears like church bells at a funeral. The only thing piercing through the thick veil of death.

The man’s face moved, and he was pretty sure that he was smiling.

Do forgive my perhaps reckless assumption but… akin to the way my body is drawn towards the Pestilence, my mind and soul are drawn to you. Maybe… I apologize for this my dear.

He reached out a leather clad hand and stroked the cheek of the delicate creature before him. He remained warm.

did any of you catch the switch in pronouns :b the plan was for this to be a one shot, but if there is demand, I would be happy to continue it to the best of my abilities!

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[anewmako]

HII HII!! Do you think you could write something for SCP-035? Specifically with a researcher reader who is oh so obviously crushing on him even when they try to deny it

Scp 035 x Researcher!Reader

Characters :: Scp 035 x Reader

Relationship :: Romantic 💌

Word count :: 1.1K

Warnings :: Possibly OOC?, NOT proofread, Makito wrote this during a fat migraine spare me.

Your day in the foundation was the same as usual especially as a researcher. During your first year at the foundation was where everything was still scary yet exciting, But after a while things began just to feel repetitive.

Scary object that can turn you inside out or will make you go through your worst nightmares! A child who unknowingly or knowingly possesses a curse/power that will eventually harm everyone around them if they're not careful.

Or perhaps an innocent creature that may or may not look very human who just wants to live their life but people fucked them over somehow and then got the foundation involved and got them Captured.

You've seen and heard almost every possible being, read enough files to be able to guess what their backstory is by now and how they act.

But there was one SCP that actually grabbed your attention in what felt like years working for this place that has the aura of hell itself at this point.

a simple theater mask, seemingly made out of some material that resembles Porcelain.

But it was no ordinary Object, It's one of the most manipulative and an absolute pathological Liar Who destroys anyones mental health and psyche just for the fun of it. for the shits and giggles if you must.

It's been about...4-5 months since you've been assigned as the lead scientist for SCP 035, The possessive mask.

The mask lures people in, making them want to wear it and become part of the mask, to be one with it when in reality it's just the mask seeking a host to be able to move freely, break out and reek havoc upon the world.

And it tried to do the same with you when you had your first interview with the Porcelain mask behind a thick glass window separating you two.

Anyone in your position would have been on guard the whole interview, keeping things breef and on point and not letting anything slip out of your mouth that isn't supposed to be told towards anybody.

That's what you were supposed to do, But you? You took the interview to a completely different path that caught not only the other researchers off guard, But surprisingly even the mask itself was caught off guard with your behavior.

you asked the SCP the designated questions that are written down on your notebook that you were supposed to ask Scp 035 like you were instructed to by higher ups.

But your eyes didn't align with the strict look most researchers have when face to face with something that could kill them at any time if given the right chance, No. You had a lovestruck look in your eyes that could be spotted from any corner of the room. and it's directed at noone other than the Manipulative porcelain mask infront of you behind the glass.

However the mask didn't reciprocate that loving look due to it's lack of eyes that's replaced by a pitch blackness that's darkee than the night sky itself, and a wide wide grin that's filled with the same darkness as it's eyes. but you know it noticed, You wanted it to notice your fascination with it. And you oh so badly wanted it to feel the same as you.

Though the body that it took over wich used to be one of the many disposable d-classes who earned their spot here at the foundation from their crimes Is dangling their legs from the chair, And elbows steady on the table while the blackening hands cupping both sides of where the masks cheeks would be.

It's watching you intensely despite the lack of eyes, You could feel it's gaze burning straight into your soul searching for any sort of feel it's sadistic mind could feed on, But not finding any. Just pure freakish loving feelings towards it. and you're not even trying to hide it either

quite frankly you made your feelings for it quite obvious, You can't tell if you did it on purpose or on accident. But the compliments you thrown at the SCP and the lingering looks spoke more than you thought despite how obvious it's been.

But everytime one of the Higher ups tell you to stop dilly dallying with your crush on the SCP you deny it flatly, You don't have a crush! tooootally no crush!

Even if it almost seems like the the smile from the mask looking like it got wider and also pushing you with the same statements, even going "ooooh! a cruuuuuush how delightful!~" made to embarrass you.

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It's been around an Hour since the interview between you and the scp had the interview, And you've asked every question you were supposed to and got as many answers that the SCP let you have.

But with it's nature? Even you doubt that any of what it said is true, but some did meet what you would've thought it's answer would be so you let it slide regardless. an answer is an answer.

But those thoughts are quickly washed away when those same sirens and red lights start blaring out through the foundation that you're used to by now.

although when the Speaker was gonna announce or rather yell wich SCP has escaped and is now on the loose, you're surprised to hear it's the same SCP you just had a long interview with that you fawned over. 035.

Has your stare agitated it? were you annoying it? is it out to kill you and rid you of this planet? Or perchance you're overthinking it, you're just a researcher to the SCP. another annoying human here to poke at it like the lab rat it's contained like.

And your questions will find it's answers just a few minutes later when you were going to run towards one of the safe places the foundation has built for the more important assets, like researchers with viable information and high ranks.

Just as you were gonna scan your keycard to open one of the last few doors towards safety is when the mask spotted you and called out to you in that same sadistic voice during the interview.

"Well well! isn't it the researcher that was looking at me like the finest Juliette to my Romeo!~"

The... Juliette to his Romeo? Now that has your heart racing, maybe in fear, maybe in awe that you held before? who knows.

But when those blackening hands find your sides with the same dark smile carved into the mask, It tells you it's the latter. Especially the latter when his fingers dig into your side possessively.

"Now then my Juliette..Id like to ask my own questions."

Sorry that it took so long for me to post Anon !! I've been feeling sick lately T^T

BUUUT but but im genuinely starting to get back into SCP so im going to do my best to fulfill the asks in my inbox atm!!!

Alsooo....Twins...Weird question... *Twiddles my Ragged ass fingers*

Trevor henderson creatures x Reader ? :3

Feed us Father

No that's weird.

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