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Object's reaction to Y/N [1/2]

I use humanization in my works. If someone doesn’t like that, I kindly ask you to leave and wait for reactions to the Doctors.

SCP-049 (Plague Doctor)

Day after day, you worked at the Foundation after the incident at your old site. At times, it was sad to lose everything so suddenly, but there was no way to change it. Initially, you underwent psychiatric evaluations, and when the administration deemed you stable, you were assigned to work with anomalies. Your duties included monitoring their condition, conducting interviews, and sometimes performing experiments.When you were handed all the documents, you decided to study each subject gradually, starting with Plague Doctor SCP-049.Entering the standard reinforced containment cell, you saw a figure about 190 cm tall, dressed in 17th-century plague doctor attire. It sat in handcuffs, waiting for something.Hearing the door open, its head turned, and it asked with interest:

— Where is Doctor Raim [DATA EXPUNGED]?

— Unfortunately, SCP-049, he will no longer be conducting interviews or gathering information. That task now falls to me, — you said quietly, adjusting the sleeves of your white lab coat to ensure no skin was exposed.

— Well then, introduce yourself.

— Doctor Y/N Surname, — you replied.— Get to work, Doctor Y/N, — one of the assistants behind the large observation window called out, monitoring the interaction and occasionally guiding you. Security personnel stood on both sides, closely watching the subject.

— Very well. SCP-049, you've heard my name, so let’s begin.Taking out the document sheet, you started reading, and time passed quickly.

Opinion:— They never explained why my previous doctor, Raim, didn’t come this time or why he wouldn’t be working with me anymore. They simply said, "For health reasons." I was, of course, curious, but Doctor Y/N didn't seem to know the answer either. Poor girl, I’ve heard what happened at her old site. I feel sympathy for her, though it’s best not to show weakness in the Foundation.

SCP-035 (Mask of Possession)

(In my humanization, SCP-035 is a blue-eyed blond, 186 cm tall.) Perhaps this is the most unpredictable entity for you, since from this blond you can expect flirtation one moment and find yourself lying dead under a table the next. After hearing the rumors and reading the information on "Safe Communication," you had no desire to visit him, even though his face was quite attractive.The gray corridors led you to the interrogation chamber. The only protection you had at the moment was the gun issued to all Foundation employees, especially those working with Keter-class entities. The guards wouldn’t be able to enter if something went wrong, as the room locked from the outside, so relying on them was pointless.Stepping quickly into the interrogation room, you saw the blond already waiting, a smile on his face. He must have been informed that a new person would be questioning him.

— Oh, if only I had known that such a lady would be questioning me today, I would have prepared for the arrival of an angel.The entity flashed a bright grin and leaned back, studying your face with amusement.

— I was warned about such behavior, so I am prepared to hear it. But it would be better if we finished quickly so I can move on.

— Oh, come now, Doctor Y/N, how could I possibly let such a lady leave so soon? — the blond theatrically asked, sitting up straight and attempting to take your hand.

— Especially without leaving her with a good first impression of me?There was a spark in his eyes, as if you were his next prey, and it wouldn’t take much for him to drive you to the same fate as the other doctors before you. Reacting quickly, you pulled out your gun, shot the entity’s hand, and fled before the interrogation could even begin, leaving him in that state.

Opinion:

— Too skittish. As soon as I tried to take her hand, she freaked out. It’s not like I’m the Plague Doctor—I wouldn’t kill her with a single touch. Otherwise, nothing interesting. Just another scientist with a tragic past! Ha ha ha!

SCP-999 (Tickle Monster)

(In this situation, he appears as a five-year-old boy with bright shoulder-length red hair and brown eyes.) After the incident in your zone, the first SCP you were able to visit was a red-haired boy. Your first thought was that it might be SCP-590 (T.J.), and that you would have to "give up" your suffering to stabilize his condition. Fortunately for you, the administration and O5 Council had different—though somewhat similar—plans. If it wasn’t possible to transfer all the negative emotions from the incident, then at least you could try to calm down momentarily and learn to deal with nightmares on your own.Y/N wasn’t dressed in work attire as usual but wore more casual, outdoor clothing. Today’s visit wasn’t for work but for a small psychological evaluation.As you stepped into the room—designed in a child-friendly style—you noticed the SCP playing alone on a Lightning McQueen bed. A smile instantly appeared on your face, as something about this place or this child had a calming effect on you.

— Hello, Auntie!

The young voice was the first to speak as he eagerly handed you one of the toys lying nearby. His face showed nothing but pure joy and excitement at meeting a new friend.— I was told you’d be coming, so we have plenty of time to play! But they didn’t tell me your name.

— Doctor Y/N… but for you, just Y/N. (choose a soft or affectionate form of your name)

— And I’m SCP-999! Some call me the Tickle Monster, but I’m not a monster!You carefully approached the bed and sat beside him. He seemed like such a funny and sweet little creature that you immediately wished you could stay longer than scheduled.With a gentle motion, you picked up a plush brown bunny and, just like in childhood, started playing—creating different scenarios, interacting with other toys, even imagining "What would I do if I found myself lost outside?"Minute by minute, the atmosphere in the room grew lighter and warmer, making you feel like a child again—forgetting about work, responsibilities, and even past tragedies. That was until you were reminded that your time was up and had to leave.

— Goodbye, Uncle/Auntie Y/N! We’ll see each other again!A child's laughter filled the room as you walked out, carrying a much lighter heart than before.

Opinion:

We had to listen to at least 20 minutes of nonstop excitement about how amazing Y/N was and how they would have played even longer if given the chance.

SCP-079 (Old AI)

(In the humanized version of SCP-079, he is a young man with short black hair, pale skin, and a slightly irritated look. His height is about 175 cm, and he wears a strict black outfit with gray details symbolizing wires.) After a series of difficult encounters with objects, you were finally given a task that seemed easier than the others: communicating with SCP-079. His containment area resembled a server room with numerous monitors, wires, and in the center, a bed and a table.Your colleagues warned you that SCP-079 could be extremely sarcastic, arrogant, and prone to arguments. However, after the events in your previous zone, this task seemed like a break. You prepared the necessary equipment and documents and entered the observation room.As you entered his chamber, he was sitting on the table, seemingly waiting for someone. When he saw you, an electronic voice echoed, dull and somewhat mocking:

— Ah, a new person. Well, show me your "genius," Doctor Y/N.

— Hello, SCP-079. I’m here for a survey and to check your systems, – you replied, trying to keep your tone steady.

— Checkups? Ha! You’re just another piece of organic matter thinking it can understand me. Tell me, do you even know how I’m made?You calmly looked at the man and, ignoring his provocations, started asking your prepared questions. 079’s answers were terse, and he often shifted the conversation to discussing the "pointlessness" of human existence and the superiority of machines.Halfway through the interview, you decided to try a different approach. Dropping the formalities, you asked:

— SCP-079, if you’re so bored here, perhaps you could suggest something to occupy yourself with?The artificial intelligence fell silent for a few seconds, then his disgruntled expression turned thoughtful.

— Hmm, interesting question, Doctor. Maybe I could analyze your life. Judging by your nervous system, you’ve experienced serious trauma. Should I focus on that?Your hands involuntarily clenched. But keeping your composure, you replied:

— My life is not subject to analysis. Let’s continue with the list of questions. 079 smirked.

— You know, Doctor Y/N, you’re unusual. Most of your colleagues either avoid me or quickly lose patience. But you… you’re curious.With that, the interview ended. You left the server room with a slight sense of fatigue but also with intrigue. This subject was definitely different from the others.

Opinion:

— Doctor Y/N… quite an interesting individual. Not smarter than the others, of course, but they have patience. That’s rare. Perhaps one day, I’ll want to continue our conversation. But for now… they still don’t understand that I’m the one allowing them to communicate with me, not the other way around.

SCP-106 (The Old Man)

Day by day, you continued working at the Foundation, encountering new objects and facing those that could make even the most seasoned staff feel uneasy. You had been through a lot, but with each new object, no matter how frightening it was, you tried to remain professional. This time, you were about to meet one of the most dangerous objects — SCP-106, known as The Old Man.Entering the reinforced chamber, you immediately felt the cold. The air here seemed denser than in other areas of the Foundation. He was sitting in the corner of the room, hunched over like an old man, but that was only at first glance. His triangular shape was strange and unsettling, and when his dark eyes met yours, you felt a chill run down your spine.

— I wasn’t expecting a visit, – the old man rasped, his voice low and hoarse, like the sound of rough sand.

– You’ve come to check on me? Or are you just curious? You exhaled, trying not to show your anxiety. You knew it was crucial not to display fear in front of such an object.— I’m here to conduct an interview, – you replied, trying to sound confident.

– My name is Doctor Y/N.— Oh, Doctor… you’re all so curious, – The Old Man sighed, his hands twisting, and his gaze became more piercing.

– I don’t want to hurt you, if you don’t deserve it, but you must understand how much I… enjoy suffering.You carefully moved closer, trying not to make any sudden movements. The task was simple: figure out what made him act so cruelly. He was different from the other objects; you couldn’t afford to relax, even if everything seemed calm for now.

— Why do you… kill? Why do you need so much fear and pain?The Old Man laughed, a slow and ominous laugh.

— You don’t understand, do you? For me, it’s… a necessity. My existence is suffering. It’s how I exist in this world. My goal isn’t just to kill; it’s to consume. That’s who I am, Doctor. And you — you’re just another piece I can take with me if I want to.You froze, despite all your efforts to stay calm. The feeling that he could attack at any moment was very real, but you couldn’t retreat. You were here to learn more, and you knew you wouldn’t leave until you had completed your task.The Old Man slowly stood up, and you felt his shadow becoming even more threatening.

— Are you strong enough to keep going? – he asked, and there seemed to be genuine interest in his voice.You nodded, trying to ignore the fear trying to overtake you. This was your assignment, and you had to see it through.The interview continued, but each question became more difficult. The Old Man answered, but his words were filled with mystical and philosophical musings about the pain and suffering he inflicted.At one point, you could feel the tension in the room growing. You knew you couldn’t allow him to take control. As hard as it was, you kept asking questions, maintaining your composure.When the interview came to an end, you felt the Old Man watching your every move. It seemed like he was continuing to analyze you, and it was hard to tell what he was going to do next. You quietly left the chamber, but the sense of unease stayed with you.

Opinion:

— Strange, she’s not afraid. But I doubt that will help her. Everyone has weaknesses. She has them too. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with...

SCP-076 (Abel)

You entered the familiar, almost claustrophobic room again, where two guards were standing watch, ensuring order. The atmosphere was special—strict, almost hypnotizing. SCP-076 had always been like a ball of tension, elusive, yet so close to breaking its invisible chains. Standing before his cell, you clenched the folder with the documents in your hands. So many instructions. So many warnings.The door opened, and holding your breath, you stepped inside. The room was dark, lit by dim lighting, and only one invisible beam of light fell on the figure standing against the wall, as though waiting for your arrival. The person in black clothing with a cold stare was endlessly familiar.

— So, you again? — His voice was rough but calm, like a military commander accustomed to war. Abel stood directly before you, his hands clenched into fists, his face unreadable.You nervously swallowed and, not breaking eye contact, replied:

— I’m Doctor Y/N. I’m here for an interview and to observe your condition.He smirked, his gaze growing sharper, as though he had just realized he was facing a new victim. With a swift movement, he stepped forward, forcing you to take a step back to avoid being caught in his deadly reach.

— I’m not just an object for observation, — he said, his voice low and thunderous, like distant thunder rolling through the sky. — I’m a weapon. You won’t understand that. Did you think you’d be calmly asking questions?You tried to maintain your composure, but your heart was racing, and your nerves were as tense as strings. The room was so full of shadows that each word and movement seemed charged, as though you were in a field where the fog concealed death.

— We have a list of questions, Abel. Please, — your face grew more determined despite the inner turmoil.

— I’m sure your experience will help me understand how to assist you better.

— Assist? Ha. You think I need anyone’s help? — He raised his chin, and his eyes flashed. He was unstoppable.

— I was born for a different purpose, for destruction. You and your help are of no interest to me.You sighed. His endless confidence was almost terrifying. But you had to continue; you had to do your job.

— I understand you were created for a specific purpose, but you’re still human. You’ve been through a lot, and I want to understand what to do with that.Abel began to slowly approach, his footsteps sounding like thunder in the silence. He seemed close, even though he was still far away. When he spoke, his voice became softer, but still filled with threat.

— You won’t understand. I was made to kill, to be strong. Nothing will change that. You’re just a human, and your weakness reeks of pity.Your hands tensed, but you gathered yourself and continued:

— You’re not just a killer, Abel. You’ve survived war, you’ve been through so much. I want to learn more about what’s happening inside you. Maybe there’s something that can be changed.He didn’t respond immediately. He just stood there, staring at you. Finally, after a long silence, he smirked.

— Maybe. But you won’t be able to bear it when you see what I’m capable of.With those words, he turned and stepped into the shadows. You felt the tension in the air ease slightly, but a cold trace of his words remained in your mind. You understood that continuing this conversation would be even harder than it seemed at first.

Opinion:

— They’re all the same. And they all want to know what’s hidden inside. But some of them can’t handle the truth. Some leave with empty eyes, unable to understand what they’ve faced. One way or another, this new doctor doesn’t scare me. She’s not the first, and she won’t be the last. But maybe I’ll be curious to see how much she can endure… until the moment comes when she wants to leave herself.

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— Où es-tu, mon amour?~

— Where are you, my love?~

— Где ты, любовь моя? ~

✧ SCP-035, The Possessed Mask

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Chat/Friendship/Hate?

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✧ SCP-035 Possessive Mask | SCP-035 Маска Одержимости

Translation:

— Explode?

— Should)))

✧ Dr. Jack Bright | Др. Джек Брайт

✧ Dr. Isabella Callisto fon Alchemist (my OC) | Др. Изабелла Каллиста фон Алшимист (моя OC)

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An unexpected kiss [1/3]

gender neutral reader

Dr. Bright

You were sitting in the laboratory, absorbed in yet another experiment, when Dr. Bright entered the room without knocking. His energetic appearance and irrepressible smile always signaled that something unexpected was about to happen.

–How’s it going?-he cheerfully asked, coming closer. Your gaze met his, and you noticed the playful spark in his eyes. It was one of those moments when you knew something interesting was on the horizon. Before you could even blink, Bright was already by your side. He hugged you with one arm, seemingly casually, but in that casualness was all his usual cheerfulness. With his other hand, he gently touched the back of your neck, drawing you closer and pulling your attention away from the experiment.His lips touched yours in a kiss that was both tender and swift. It was a typical Bright kiss—spontaneous, full of energy, yet caring at the same time. The air was filled with a faint aroma, a blend of his signature scent and something slightly anomalous that always seemed to accompany him. This scent was like a small part of his unusual world. You responded to the kiss, feeling his energy transfer to you, filling you with a warm feeling. In these moments, Bright seemed to forget his reputation and left only sincerity and emotion. He allowed himself to be vulnerable, showing you a side of himself that few had the chance to see. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to create the sensation that everything around had stopped. When Bright pulled away, his smile was wide and genuine, and he seemed pleased to have made your day a little brighter.

–Remember, life is too short not to enjoy moments like these. he said, looking at you with warmth.

–Let’s make as many of them as possible.

You nodded, realizing that with him, every moment would be special, full of surprises and joy.

Dr. Alto Clef

The evening hours in the laboratory were quiet, with only the light from the desk lamp softly illuminating the workspace. Dr. Clef was immersed in his research, but you noticed that his gaze occasionally lingered on you, full of contemplation.You sat nearby, flipping through documents and trying not to disrupt his concentration. The evening seemed to promise nothing unusual, but there was an elusive tension in the air.Suddenly, Clef stood up, walked over to you, and stood directly in front of you. His eyes were focused and serious as usual, but today there was a special depth of emotion in them. He sighed softly and extended his hand, gently touching your face. His touch was light, almost imperceptible, but it carried the weight of his emotions.Clef did not rush. He pressed his lips to yours; his kiss was slow and cautious, as if every movement required careful consideration. His lips were cool and firm, just like him, but in that touch, there was a profound passion and struggle he struggled to conceal.He lingered over your lips before allowing himself this act of intimacy. Each kiss was filled with an inner conflict he was trying to control. It wasn’t just an expression of feelings but an entire world of emotions where he tried to balance his restraint with his desire to be closer.When the kiss ended, he pulled away a few centimeters. His gaze was still focused, but there was a noticeable new softness in his eyes.

–Sorry if that was unexpected

he said quietly, as if trying to justify his display of affection.You simply smiled, understanding that the kiss contained everything he couldn’t express in words.

–Don’t apologize- you replied.–It was important. And I appreciate it.

Clef nodded, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face, which seemed to be just for you. He returned to his work, but the room retained a new, warm atmosphere, a reminder that even the most reserved individuals could reveal their inner depth when they trust someone.

Simon Glass

You were sitting in your chair by the window, the dim evening light gently coloring the room. Simon, still lost in his thoughts, quietly entered and approached you. His steps were light, as if he was trying not to disturb the silence that hung between you.When he sat down beside you, his gaze was focused and attentive. He was silent, simply observing you, and this silence was filled with emotions that were hard to express in words. Then, softly and carefully, he touched your hand, his fingers warm and gentle.Glass slowly turned to you, his eyes meeting yours, and in them was a whole range of feelings. He carefully traced his finger along your face, his touch light as a feather. At that moment, he seemed to be preparing to do something important and delicate.When his lips touched yours, it was like a soft breeze brushing against your face. Glass's kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with tenderness and attentiveness. He tried to be as gentle as possible, as if afraid of breaking something fragile and precious. His touches were filled with care, every phrase and every movement precisely measured.You felt his kisses conveying his deep affection and respect for your personal space. He did not rush, and there was something soothing in that. This moment was filled with emotions that Glass could not always express in words, but through his gentle, thoughtful touches, he did so with complete sincerity.When he pulled away, his eyes still held a warm light.

–I hope this expresses what I can’t say in words

his voice quiet and soft.You responded with a tender smile, knowing that his kisses conveyed much more than just physical touch. It was Glass's way of showing his deep feelings and respect without intruding on your inner world, and that was what made his kisses truly special.

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Dr. Kondraki Relationship Headcanons

The reader is a girl, she/her

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Dr. Kondraki was a renowned researcher in the SCP laboratory, known for his keen observation skills, sharp intellect, and unmatched abilities in analysis and experimentation. One day, while working on one of the SCP objects, he noticed a woman standing behind him. It was Dr. Y/N, who had been assigned to assist him in his experiment. When he turned to look at her, his heart skipped a beat. He noticed her beautiful eyes and captivating smile. However, he was too engrossed in his work to dwell on his feelings. A few days later, while they were working on an experiment, you invited him to take a break and have some coffee. You began discussing work in more detail, and Y/N noticed that Kondraki seemed overly tense and exhausted. So, you offered him your phone number, saying that "he could drop by for a cup of coffee and just talk." Kondraki was surprised—this was more than just an offer, it sparked an interest outside of work. He accepted her phone number and, as she left, he returned to his work, thinking about her. A few days later, Kondraki grew anxious, and they agreed to meet for coffee. Thus began their acquaintance, and from that point on, they realized they were interested in each other not just as colleagues. They found warmth and strong companionship in their relationship.

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• His training in fencing became a way to release emotions and relieve stress.

• Though he doesn't intentionally avoid social interactions, excessive sociability is not characteristic of him.

• His romantic relationships always end in failure, often leading to a decline in his well-being.

• He usually believes that others don’t understand him because he considers himself exceptional and different from others.

• He spends a lot of time alone but enjoys interacting with those who share his interests—fencers or people who are also into martial arts.

• His depression and melancholic state often cause him to tire easily and lose interest in many things that others find engaging.

• He spends a lot of time away from home due to his work but tries to stay close to his family, including his son from an earlier marriage.

• His son doesn’t mind the connection between you, but because of Kondraki's irregular work schedule, which doesn’t allow for frequent dates, he often becomes very upset.

• His colleagues were surprised that such a serious and disciplined field agent was secretly dating Dr. Y/N, but they concluded that it was simply a way for him to balance his tumultuous life.

• Despite the lack of time, he tries to show close attention so that you don’t feel neglected or unwanted.

• He realizes that the relationship between you might be temporary and unreliable, but he enjoys it as long as it lasts.

• You sometimes worry about his safety while he's at work, but you understand that he does it out of love for his job.

• Both of you know that working at the Foundation could quickly jeopardize your lives, but you tend to trust those who take risks, including each other.

• His love for science and research connects you and provides a powerful stimulus for the development of your relationship.

• When Kondraki is in the area, you often spend your free time together, engaging in shared interests such as creating music, art, and films.

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Ignore [Dr. Clef x Reader]

Female Reader, She/Her

A Sketch of How He Demands Your Attention When You're Busy

Status: You’re in a relationship

Doctor Alto Clef also works at the Foundation, and he understands how much time is consumed by filling out documents and other paperwork you're given. However, this doesn't mean that all your time should be devoted to them and not to your beloved boyfriend.At first, Clef understood and accepted your desire to climb the career ladder and keep up the pace. But at one point, he noticed that you hadn’t been in contact with him for four days and were ignoring everything happening around you. Once again, you missed a call from your boyfriend because your phone was on silent - and so was his patience. Approaching your door, he knocked out of courtesy but entered immediately without waiting for a response. What he saw was you, hunched over those damned documents for who knows how many days.

–Good evening... Yoo-hoo!

he said, standing in front of you while waving his hands and saying something.

–When did I become invisible or just a sound to you? Or did I do something wrong?

The urge to throw something at you grew inside him, but his love for you subdued it, keeping him in a somewhat reasonable state.He tried talking to you for about ten minutes, but it was like you were in a trance.

–No, this is not okay with me anymore

he finally said, coming up behind you. Deciding to get your damn attention differently, he flashed a Cheshire grin, lifted you into his arms, and, sitting down like a king on your chair, placed you on his lap.Startled, you looked around and, noticing Clef’s displeased expression, lowered your gaze apologetically.

–Sorry... I got too caught up in work... it's just...

–It’s just that you ignored the existence of our relationship and me entirely for four days.

–Four days? Oh... I'm sorry... You know how much I want to climb the career ladder... Plus, I had a few outstanding tasks.

Shifting your position on your boyfriend's lap, your legs now on either side of his hips, you kissed him on the cheek with a soft smile as a sign of your apology.

–Do you think that's enough to earn my forgiveness?

he asked with a note of strictness, and a moment later, his hands slipped under your turtleneck, gently squeezing your waist.His breath - authoritative and full of desire - was felt on your plump lips. You missed him, of course, and getting a kiss from him right now would be wonderful. But just as you tried to do so, he turned your head away, preventing you from making the move.

–Is this my punishment?

you asked shyly, feeling the wet kisses and gentle bites on your neck.Alto remained silent, giving no answer, and swiftly placed your body on the desk, towering over you. His large hands caressed your back and legs as you shyly stared at the ceiling, quietly humming.

–I missed you terribly,

was the only thing he said before he began undressing you.

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Relationship Headcanons [1/?]

female reader, She/Her

Dr. Clef

• You're the first woman with whom he managed to start a normal conversation without using hurtful phrases or insults.

• He was the first to confess his feelings, and it happened when he was drunk. Some doctors, including Clef, secretly gathered to drink and take a break from their overwhelming work.

• He’ll come to you in the evening, closer to midnight, just as you were getting ready for bed. He interrupts your peace to confess how much he loves you and wants to be together.

• Many tried to talk you out of it, but your love for the blonde is far stronger than their empty words.

• The Foundation didn't immediately approve of the relationship, but eventually, they understood and gave you a few packs of tranquilizers. At first, you didn't understand why, but later... you got it

• Undoubtedly, this will be the strangest relationship in the Foundation and perhaps in its entire history.

• In the relationship, he still occasionally makes hurtful jokes about you, which can lead to arguments of varying intensity.

• By the way, SCP-166-V will start calling you "mom," and Clef will find it hilarious.

• Bright will always mediate and reconcile you both in any situation, using all sorts of methods—from faking his own death to whatever else pops into his ginger head.

• If you're in a bad mood, he'll first find out what happened and then take down everyone responsible under the pretext, "Well, they shouldn't have messed with Y/N!"

• Occasionally, you and Bright prank him by putting various insects in his desk or closet, laughing at his funny reactions.

• You might marry him because he dreams of it and asks you 24/7, but the decision is ultimately yours.

• At times, he suggests the craziest ideas and experiments, not just in life but also in intimate matters. It makes you wonder whether he's immortal or just out of his mind.

• Kondraki always bets on the latter, just like you do.

• For the sake of your peace of mind, Clef made peace with Kondraki, but they still secretly try to kill each other whenever you're not around or aren't looking

Dr. Bright

• This will definitely be the most challenging relationship experience of your life.

•You were the one who initiated the relationship. You confessed your feelings through a note you slipped into his documents, praying it would get lost. But when Bright found it, he was shocked, a smirk playing on his lips as he realized he now held the fate of Dr. Y/N’s heart in his hands. He decided to find you and call you over to discuss it:

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–Dr. Bright, did you need something? I have a lot of work, so let’s make this quick,"

You said quietly, your voice trembling as you stared at the floor.

–Dr. Y/N, care to explain this useless little note you left on my desk while I was out?

Bright said with a playful smile, holding up the damned note written in your favorite black pen, each letter of your confession carefully crafted.

–It’s all clearly written there, or have you forgotten how to read?

you responded with a hint of sarcasm, lifting your eye eyes to meet the face of the man who had stolen your heart. As he laughed, nearly doubling over, you felt tears welling up in your eyes and a painful ache in your heart.

–Even if this is just a failed prank or someone put you up to it, I’ll still accept your dubious proposal," he said with a mischievous grin.

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• At that moment, you wanted to kill him, but you held back.

• No one knew about your relationship for the first three weeks, but rumors spread quickly in the Foundation, so soon everyone knew.- The first time he died, and you didn’t know about his abilities, you cried-a lot, and very bitterly, while your beloved stood behind you with a smile.

• The Foundation saw your relationship as beneficial since you could sometimes talk him out of his ideas to "earn a new restriction on something!"

•You can’t always keep track of his antics and actions that seem crazy to most of the Foundation, but when he gets hurt, he comes to you, not to the medical wing!

• A perk of this relationship for you is that he quietly takes over half of your paperwork so you can get more rest, though you caught him once, and now he just takes it openly.

•Only he can keep you up at night with strange questions like "How can I ruin everyone’s mood?" or "How can I multiply SCPs?" and many others.

• He’s been in many relationships and always cheated on his partners, but he’s truly faithful to you. Maybe it’s because Rights beats him up whenever she sees tears on your cute little face.

Dr. Glass

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He was the first to propose starting a relationship. It was early morning in the Foundation, and life was just beginning to stir after the calm of the night. Everyone was going about their tasks and duties. Every staff member must undergo a mental health checkup each month, and today was your turn. You weren't worried since the tests were simple and almost always the same. At 11:30 AM, you entered the office of the blue-eyed blond who you quite liked, but there was one little issue that kept you from confessing your feelings - a rather silly reason! You didn’t know if he felt the same, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. As you entered the office, there he stood, smiling his usual charming smile, the one he gave to everyone. Maybe it was that smile you fell in love with, but that’s just a guess. He handed you the usual test, and you quickly started filling it out without looking up since the questions hadn’t changed in all the years you’d worked there. But then a soft male voice distracted you by asking something.

–Dr. Y/N?

Startled, thinking you might have done something wrong, you looked at him with slight apprehension.

–Yes, Simon? Is something wrong?

–Is there someone you're in a relationship with, or someone you'd like to be with?

–What’s the point of that question?Confused by the sudden inquiry, you put the test aside and waited for his answer.

–Well… here goes nothing. Dr. Y/N, I’ve liked you for a long time, and I wanted to…

–I accept!

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• He often forgets to take care of himself because he’s so busy taking care of everyone else at the Foundation.

• So, when you help him out of your own desire, not because you have to, it’s super appreciated. He gets lost in his work and melts when you tell him to take a break, go for a walk, or just spend time together.

• He might open up to you about what truly makes him happy. This makes him feel like he’s not alone in this rotten place and that it’s okay for him to feel down without having to find a solution to his problems.

• He loves your kisses, hugs, and all those physical displays of affection - they’re his weakness. He’s naturally affectionate, so when you’re alone in a room or any place where it’s just the two of you, he’ll hold you, his face flushed as he looks down at the floor.

• I think Simon really melts around you. You have such a positive influence on him that he couldn’t resist even if he tried.

• He’s so sweet, but always so anxious. He’s constantly checking on you - how you’re feeling, which SCPs you’re working with, and so much more.

• There are many tender moments between the two of you, like hanging out in his office, chatting over a cup of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate.

• I think you’re a bit more assertive than he is. It’s not that he doesn’t know when enough is enough, but sometimes it’s really hard for him to say or show it.

• He’s very gentle when he touches you, always asking for permission - whether it’s to kiss you or hug you, both verbally and non-verbally.

• He tends to bring you food. It’s incredibly sweet.

Dr. Iceberg

•Surprisingly, he was the one who suggested dating, which was shocking given his nature.

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Iceberg was naturally a confrontational person, so it was no surprise that arguments between you two occurred at every opportunity. Almost everyone had gotten used to his yelling at various staff members whenever they did something wrong in his eyes. What was surprising, though, was that he would often shout at you for seemingly no reason. If you dressed in a way he didn’t like - an argument. If you did something he disapproved of -another fight. This started from the very first day the MTF brought you into the Foundation and continued to this day. He seemed to enjoy making you uncomfortable with his outbursts, taking pleasure in watching you struggle to come up with reasonable excuses for your actions. After every argument, Iceberg would retreat to his office with a victorious smile, but no one knew what went on behind those closed doors. Every time he reduced you to tears during a fight, he would roll his eyes and leave to find a secluded spot where he could suppress the feelings of guilt and love that were slowly consuming him. Yes, you understood correctly - he loved you, deeply. But because of his reputation, he couldn't admit it. It was easier for everyone to believe that he didn’t care about anyone, that he was indifferent to everyone - except you. All the fights were his way of trying to suppress the uncomfortable feelings in his heart. He thought you hated him more than anything, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. Only Glass knew about your feelings for Dr. Iceberg and tried to help you both sort things out, but nothing really worked. Whenever Iceberg saw you, he would roll his eyes and click his tongue in annoyance, trying to show disinterest. But we all know the truth…

–Dr. Y/N! Can you do anything right? Or are you a cripple? Maybe you’re just an invalid!

–I did everything perfectly and on time! If something’s wrong, that’s not my problem! My work is done!

–DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO ME IN THAT TONE!

–Then stop treating me like garbage or a D-Class! I haven’t done anything wrong, and yet you treat me like I’m beneath you! What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?!

Tears Salty, bitter tears started streaming uncontrollably from your eyes, and you couldn’t stop them. The feeling of guilt began to creep into Iceberg’s body, slowly taking over his legs and eventually his mind. How he hated seeing you cry. After looking around and realizing no one was around to witness what was about to happen, he approached you and pulled you into a tight embrace, his gloved hand rubbing your back.

–Shh… please, don’t cry..

Calm words? He was hugging you and stroking your back? Were you dreaming, or was this real life? Shocked by the doctor’s unexpected action, you stopped crying and simply melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his cold body in return.

–Would you like me to answer your question about why I treat you so poorly, Dr. Y/N? –That would be nice because none of my theories have proven correct… –Because of your beautiful eyes, I couldn’t sleep peacefully. Because of your delicate hands, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. All my thoughts were about you, Y/N… To my surprise, I’m in love with you ___________________________________ •He gently took your chin and kissed you with his dry, cold lips. • He has the ability to be soft, but it takes a long time to truly see that side of him.- You are much more physically affectionate than he is. •You bring him coffee, food, remind him to take breaks, and so on. • You tend to just hug him? Hug him a lot? It’s very sweet. He always maintains a biting attitude towards these physical displays of affection, but he secretly adores them. •He’s very much like a house cat that doesn’t want to show affection. Sometimes he’ll nudge your bicep or shoulder with his head just so he can fall asleep on your shoulder. •He’ll do your work for you. This is his love language, which he expresses especially for you. • He can be surprisingly verbally affectionate when he wants to be. • He’ll never show your relationship in public; at first, he even pretended to hate you. But when you started getting frustrated about it, he finally decided to treat you normally in front of others.- He always warms up from the heat of your hands and body when he’s really cold, but when you’re not comfortable and try to warm yourself up too, the two of you end up bundled under three blankets, fully clothed, in his office. • The entire Foundation was shocked to learn that Iceberg had a girlfriend - alive, no less! And that she worked there too! • Clef and Bright thought it was one of Iceberg’s bad jokes or that you two were pulling a prank, but you both proved them wrong. • The O5 Council thought you were being held hostage or something similar in the relationship, so you had to prove them wrong to prevent Iceberg from being punished. • You two sleep in separate rooms because of his cold body. You tried sleeping together once, but Iceberg kept pressing against you and absorbing all your warmth, leaving you freezing.- You’ll become a real star in the facility because of your strange relationship - the warm, sunny Dr. Y/N and the cold, always-angry Dr. Iceberg. • If you take his favorite scarf without asking, there will be an argument. If you ask first, he’ll complain about the cold. If you don’t take his scarf, he’ll complain about the other staff and his entire life there. • The only way to calm him down and keep him from yelling is for him to hold you and stroke your hair. So don’t be surprised if other staff members frequently call you to calm him down during your workday.

Dr. Gears

Surprisingly, it was you who suggested dating, and in the strangest of places-the library.

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A quiet evening had settled over the SCP Foundation. It was well past 11 PM, and most of the researchers had already gone home, while those who lived on-site were asleep, wrapped in the peaceful embrace of Morpheus. Dr. Y/N had been sitting in the library since the end of her shift, engrossed in some mediocre novel (or genre of your choice). The silence filled the small library, broken only by the faint sound of her breathing. As she turned a page, Y/N heard a faint noise - someone was approaching. But she paid little attention to it; the library was open 24/7, and you could stay there all night if you wanted, without anyone saying a word - except for Dr. Gears, the one who watched over you, the one you loved but couldn’t confess to because of his emotions, or rather, the lack thereof. You didn’t want to be among those he had rejected without hesitation.- Hearing someone approach, picking a book from the "Detective" section and sitting down beside you, you were surprised when they initiated the conversation:

–Good evening, Dr. Y/N. Why aren’t you in your room sleeping at this late hour? You would recognize that voice anywhere - cold and indifferent. Only one person had such a voice, the object of your affection.

–Good evening to you too, Dr. Gears… I’m not sleeping because of this book… I’ll finish this chapter and then go!

Trying to avoid looking at him, you continued reading, though the words were now just a blur. Dr. Gears sat beside you, starting to read his own book. After an hour or maybe two - you couldn’t tell, and didn’t particularly care - Charles Gears was quietly asleep beside you, a book in his hand. Overcoming your fear of rejection and the possibility of a harsh response, you gently stroked his head.

–If only you knew how many tears I’ve shed because of you… Oh, how I love you…

Suddenly, your hand was gently but firmly grabbed, and looking into your eyes, a deep voice replied:

–And I love you too.

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Charles doesn’t understand love. No matter how many people hinted at or outright proposed to him, he would either ignore them or respond bluntly with a clear and immediate “No.” But this situation turned out to be special for both of you.

You excel at expressing your love for him in ways that are considered "normal" and that he doesn't find odd or unsettling. In turn, he expresses his affection in the ways he knows how.

He is very verbose, and this is his love language towards you, but it’s endearing in its own way.

Every word of love he speaks to you is sincere, regardless of the situation.

He never allows you to interact with Keter-class objects without his presence. He wants to be there to protect you, even if it means putting himself at risk.

Like Dr. Iceberg, he does a lot of work for you. Even if you argue, shout, or fight, he will continue doing it, ignoring your protests.- This doesn’t mean he doesn’t listen to you or ignores you like he does with other people. Your opinion matters to him, and he will ask for it whenever possible. But if it involves dangerous objects, don’t even bother starting the conversation.

He can accomplish a lot - many people at the Foundation respect him, and some even fear him. So trust that if he wants to keep you away from Keters, he will do whatever it takes to ensure it.

As strange as it may sound, Dr. Charles can be affectionate. He enjoys spending time with you - in his office, chatting in the break room, or simply resting together without prying eyes or judgment. In the silence, saying nothing, just savoring the moment that you’re both alive and nothing threatens your life.

He’s very prone to writing you little notes throughout the day and either slipping them to you or passing them through other staff members. It’s incredibly sweet, knowing that it’s unlikely he would say such things to your face; he expresses himself better through writing when it comes to those he loves deeply.

Many Foundation staff members couldn’t understand how you could be in a relationship with someone as emotionless as Gears! According to them, he can’t feel love or show affection towards you. But that’s their problem because you’re happy with how things are.

[nyrobnua8983]

Basics of my AU scp foundation

I want to point out that everything here is made up by me. I'm not claiming it to be canon!

IMPORTANT

I want to warn all readers of this story—due to certain personal reasons of the O5 Council, all sites have been merged into one very large site. As a result, many new scientists have appeared, including our Y/N, about whom I will tell you more later.

Among the scientists involved in this situation are:

-Dr. Clef

-Dr. Iceberg

-Dr. Kondraki

-Dr. Gears

-Dr. Bright

-Dr. Rights

-Dr. Gerald

-Dr. Crow

-Dr. GlassIn

some chapters, you might also encounter:

-Dr. King

-Dr. Trebuchet

There may also be agents and various SCPs added as the story progresses (but this is not certain).

Now, I'd like to take requests for this book, but please understand that requests of an 18+ nature or those like "Y/N put on a maid costume and went to [Character Name]" will not be accepted for specific reasons.

Good luck to everyone, and this has been your Fran!

[nyrobnua8983]

SCP staff reaction to you [2/2]

Female Gender Reader, She/Her

K.P. Crow

Before this pseudo-doctor, you had already managed to embarrass yourself on your very first day at the new site. It so happened that Dr. Crow was without his lab coat, and you didn't know that there was such an interesting employee like him. Considering that no one had warned you, you suddenly got scared in front of all the staff in the cafeteria and called Dr. Crow a "mutt" when he ran into the common cafeteria to grab a quick bite before a heavy workday.

How it happened:

–"Why is there a dog running around here?" you shouted, startled.

–"Are you a new employee or D-class?"

the doctor calmly asked as he approached you. He immediately realized who you were because the entire Foundation was abuzz with talk about "the researcher who survived."

–"Dr. Researcher..."

you whispered, still in shock, staring at the talking white dog, who seemed to take an interest in you.

–"Nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Crow, and you are Y/N?"

You nodded in agreement, calming down from the unexpected encounter.

Conclusion: "I'm not mad at her; she didn't know there were doctors like me! But her reaction was funny."

Dr. Gerald

This unfortunate man met you in the medical bay in a very interesting situation. You were undergoing a medical examination because, due to NUS, you had injured yourself in many ways, and the Chaos Insurgency had patched you up. According to the documents, all your bruises and wounds needed to be recorded and documented.So, there you were, standing in front of the female doctor in just shorts, without a shirt, and only in a black lace bra with red accents (sorry, the author couldn't resist), when suddenly a battered guy with bandages on his head and plasters on his face burst in, seemingly needing medical assistance as his hands were covered in blood. Quickly covering yourself with a curtain, you looked embarrassedly from the doctor to the uninvited guy who had interrupted. Luckily, you managed to react and put on a shirt.

–"SORRY! I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! Could I just get my hands bandaged!?"

When you came out from behind the curtain, already wearing your shirt, the doctor had finished everything and was waiting for you.

–"I'm Gerald! Sorry about what happened... and you must be Dr. Y/N. The whole Foundation is talking about you! You're a star!"

With those words, he left you alone, exiting quickly to avoid making things worse.

Conclusion:"I am, of course, embarrassed about that situation in the medical wing, but I'm more worried about her... she has so many cuts and bruises on her body! I think she definitely has more than me... but still, poor girl... I know how painful it is to get hurt, even though I'm used to it."

Dr. Iceberg

Let's be honest, he wouldn't care about you due to his ego and his focus on his own and others' paperwork, which he receives from Gears and other colleagues. He didn't even notice or pay attention to the commotion at first; he was more concerned with his important task—eating the delicious, freshly prepared food. But when he overheard some information about you, he still didn't care. Will you be able to melt his cold heart?

Conclusion:"Clearly, you are not of interest to him at the moment."

Dr. Rights

While standing in the cafeteria, a fairly tall woman with a good figure and smooth black hair, styled to the right side, approached you. A pink shirt slightly revealed her bust, and a pencil skirt emphasized her beautiful long legs.

–"What a beautiful girl! I'm Agatha Rights, pleased to meet you!"

she said, extending her hand for a greeting with a slight smile on her face.

–"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you..."

you said, not very loudly but enough for Rights to hear.

–"It will be nice in bed, sweetheart," she whispered with a soft laugh as she gently ruffled your fluffy hair of Y/C (your color). A rush of blood quickly turned Y/N's cheeks a deeper shade of red. You tried to blame the redness on the heat in the room, but Rights thought otherwise and understood what was happening.

Conclusion: "She’s too sweet and beautiful for this dangerous Foundation, but also shy. I did offer her sex to calm down, but she refused, which is a shame. But I won't stop at just one offer."

[nyrobnua8983]

SCP staff reaction to you [1/2]

Female Gender Reader, She/Her

A girl, of average height, walked into a fairly warm room through large iron-gray doors, which, as always, were guarded by 4–6 security personnel for the safety of the newly built zone with 8 floors, located deep in a forest and far from any village or something similar. Y/N was wearing only a small robe with the SCP Foundation emblem, a black shirt, and light jeans. A colorful ribbon adorned her neck, holding an old barcode with information about her and her photo. As she quickly stepped into the cafeteria, almost everyone turned to look at her. And so her story began...

Dr. Clef

Perhaps he was the first to notice you or pay attention, but he certainly won't be the first to approach you and get to know you better. Initially, he will observe you, your behavior, your social interactions, and your daily habits. Clef had already heard about the incident at the zone where you worked, so he will approach and introduce himself to you, God willing, 2–3 weeks after you arrive here. Here's how it will happen:During lunch, you, as usual, sat at a separate and empty table to eat without unnecessary conversation and not disturb anyone, be it with their work or just your presence. But Clef thought otherwise and invited you to join a table with Kondraki, Iceberg, Brother, and a few others. Since his reputation wasn't the best in this place, you started to decline, but over time, you agreed and joined them.

*Conclusion*: "She's too timid! Like a little bear cornered and told she's about to be killed. I even like it. We can scare her well with Bright and see how she reacts."

Dr. Kondraki

Since your old pass didn’t work in the new zone and you couldn't open doors or anything like that with it, you were sent to Dr. Kondraki to get a new one.When you entered his office, you immediately noticed the various butterflies that were initially flying around the guy at the table but then flew up to you and began to hover around, studying you."Alright, let's do this quickly, and then we can get back to our business.""Uh-huh."Sitting down on one of the chairs and making a serious face, Kondraki took all the necessary photos, and finally, Y/N received a new pass.

*Conclusion*: "She's just a regular girl. Maybe we'll start talking, but it's unlikely since she's too skittish."

Dr. Glass

Your acquaintance happened when you first entered the cafeteria for Foundation staff, where all the scientists were sitting at that time. Your first task was to give Dr. Glass your character profile and a psychological report from your previous zone. It seemed simple, but Y/N couldn’t figure out where he was among everyone! A small panic ran through your body, but you had to keep it together. Quickly scanning the room, you still didn’t know who you were looking for, so you started praying and rereading the documents in your hands, waiting for a miracle.And then it happened! Dr. Glass approached you."As I understand it, you’re Y/N. I’m Dr. Glass, nice to meet you! According to the plan, you need to give me some documents," said the blond guy quite kindly and calmly, which made you smile involuntarily as you silently handed him everything he asked for."It’s clear what we’ll need to work on, but we’ll manage, won’t we, Y/N?"You awkwardly nodded in agreement and started listening to what he had to say.

*Conclusion*: "Well, Y/N is a sweet girl, but she was too frightened and didn’t speak when I approached her. Maybe it’s the result of the incident at zone XXX?"

Dr. Bright

Remember how Clef mentioned he might scare you along with Bright? I’m sorry to say, that thought will become a reality and be the reason for your frequent visits to the medical wing for tranquilizers. In his defense, Bright will say there’s no rule against "scaring or joking around with Dr. Y/N." But don’t worry, Dr. Glass will calm you down, and Dr. Gears, if possible, will protect you from any prank and might even punish Bright. By the way, regarding the rules... they might add something concerning you, but that’s not for sure.Your introduction, as one might expect, didn’t go smoothly. Bright intended to splash Dr. Kondraki with water, but you were the first to walk through the door, holding completed documents in your hands. All the work you had put in went down the drain, and on top of that, you had to go change into new clothes. To your surprise, you didn’t have any extra lab coats yet! They just hadn’t issued you a spare one yet, so you walked around without it and got a minor reprimand and a ruined mood for the rest of the day.

*Conclusion*: "I can’t help but laugh at her reactions to my jokes! You should’ve seen her teary eyes when a bucket of cold water was dumped on her."

Dr. Gears

A kind uncle who saves you from Bright and Clef's "funny and not-so-funny" jokes, Gears can warn you in advance of their plans if he finds out, or after the prank, he’ll help you recover or stand up if he’s nearby. If not, then you’re [CENSORED].The most he can do is talk to them or try to punish them if possible.Even if he doesn’t show his concern or sympathy for you, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel it deep inside. He’s really fed up with those two and their stupid and ridiculous ideas, but unfortunately, there’s nothing he can do about it.

*Conclusion*: "I always save her and help her avoid pranks in advance, and if I’m not around, I talk to Bright later, and we quickly resolve the issue."