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dxwnfxll · 2 years ago

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hi! can I request kondraki or iceberg with an s/o that doesnt know they work at the foundation? and maybe them finding out, how would that go?

Heya so I'm going to try and write something for both bc I luv them both, sorry if it's a lil rushed it's late for me lolol

note: This may get angsty the most triggering it'll get is just arguments for Icebergs section, also I have no clue what his actual name is but i've seen a lot of people use Julian so that's what I'm gonna use lolol

Iceberg. So, when Iceberg first met you he was still working with the US army. You had been a random civilian in one of the many cities he got to explore while working with the soldiers. He may be a very cold and even rude man and definitely wouldn't ever admit this, but he fell head over heels for you when you two first met. Hell he even made sure to somehow keep running into you until eventually you gave him your number. You two have been together since then, a 'happy lil life' the one thing Iceberg can escape to at the end of the day. Especially with where he works now, The SCP Foundation. He was given clear instructions to never EVER tell you, it was for YOUR safety..not his. So he kept everything a secret lying and telling you hardly anything. Of course you started getting sick of this as soon as he started to become more distant..More cold. You still remember him coming home one day wrapped up in nearly a million coats, and his touch was just permanently cold. This had to stop and it had to stop now, you couldn't continue a relationship built on lies. You waited for him to come back home, sitting at the dining room table until finally you heard the door unlock and your partner walk in. He took one look at you already feeling something was up "Whatever happened can we talk about it tomorrow? I had a rough day." He said rather coldly as he folded his jacket over the nearby chair. You crossed your arms "no. We need to talk now." He could hear the aggression in your voice and he stared at you with that numb expression of his. 'When did he start having that expression again..Where's his old smile at?' You wondered as you watched the man pull out a chair "alright. What's up Y/n." He said in that dead panned tone, you almost wanted to cry. Your bf had never been the 'nicest' guy but he never acted like this towards you, usually he'd always say a joke or start shit talking some guy at his work. But today he seemed as if he was just a husk, you nearly reached out wanting to grab him but you strayed away "what..What happened to you? Why are you acting like this? Why are you so secretive?" Iceberg sighed before sitting back "it's none of your business for the millionth time Y/n." He said in that witty rude voice of his, you could stand this side of him (even if he was being an asshole). You spoke again "why?! We've never hid things from each other before! Why are we hiding things now?! Why are you acting so cold and standoffish? Why are you actually always cold Julian?!" He stared at you, not really any emotion behind his eyes. He finally sighed before pulling something out of his pocket and throwing it onto the table "there." You looked at what he had thrown, some sort of..card? With the letters S C and P on it. You grabbed the card feeling the plastic texture of it before looking at Iceberg "what is..What is this?" You asked holding the card with one hand, Iceberg held his hands together slowly fidgeting with them "my ID, for the place I work at...A secret government base." You blinked at him confused "what I..I don't" He sighed before holding his hand out taking the card back "there are things in this world that need to be contained, anomalies. There's a place to contain them known as the SCP Foundation, that's where I am usually..That's my work" He said nearly whispering the last part while he looked away from you. You both sat there at the table unsure how to continue on from this now, Iceberg had hid everything to protect you..Oh gods..You knew now... His eyes darted to you as he spoke "you can't ever tell anyone what you know, if people come asking questions I still work where I always work. My name is still Julian and you never-" He pulled the card back up "saw this. Promise me you'll just play fucking stupid." He grabbed your hands holding them, all you could see as you stared back was a scared frightened man. Something you've never seen in Julian before..So you promised..You promised to play dumb and Iceberg could only hope the foundation would be none the wiser..

Dr. Kondraki Kondraki has been through shit, he's dealt with a divorce and being a 'shitty' parent. He couldn't get over his alcoholism for Draven no matter how much he tried, though he's almost glad he didn't stop. As he decided that day to drink at a bar he met you, a rookie bartender who just started working not that long ago. He hadn't really felt anything since him and his wife were a thing, but for some reason he felt some sort of connection to you. First he just asked to exchange numbers, be friends y'know? You accepted and for the first three or so years you two had been pretty good friends. You've seen each others bad sides (especially Kondrakis) and you didn't seem to mind the fact he had a son. You were kind and caring, you didn't judge him to harshly for the horrible addictions he had picked up. He liked that, he liked you and eventually he asked you out. You two had only been together for a few months when you began to get curious about Kondraki's job. He always acted so secretive about it, he knew where you worked so why couldn't you know about him?? You tried to get him to talk about it but he never budged, he never even tried to lie about it he just flat out refused to talk about his place of work. As you two lounged around again, you couldn't help but notice the amount of bottles around Konny. He was probably going to be drunk again, that was usually normal. What wasn't normal was hid ramblings, sure he rambled sometimes usually about Draven or about some butterflies? But today he rambled about a man "that slimey sleez- hic sleezy bastard hic CLEF!" You jumped as he yelled the last part, you stared at him as he ranted "Clef and Bright, two fucking idiots..Why did the fou- hic foundation even hire them huh?!" He said looking at you 'Foundation?' You looked extremely confused "ah sh- hic shit..I shouldn't be hic sayin' this to you" He hiccuped again before holding his head "ughhhh I said to much..Shit shit" he said looking like he was beating himself up about it, you got up trying to help him up "come on hon, you need rest.." Kondraki hiccupped letting you lead him to his room "ahh you're just like hic Draven..He'd always come to my room with that Talloran of his hic and do this..ughh" he leaned against you as you groaned "Konny don't drop all your weight on me." You got him into bed taking off his shoes as he spoke "we hic we will talk about this" he pointed a finger in the air "tomorrow!" and then seemed to immediately pass out..boy were you in for a shit storm tomorrow, and a new thing to be paranoid about. As he wakes up the next morning with a terrible hangover, he expects to see you next to him..but you're gone. He freaks out a little bit before smelling some coffee, he got up getting dressed before leaving your shared bedroom. He walked into the kitchen to see you holding a cup of coffee sitting at the table, you look up at him and ask one simple question "who're Clef and Bright?" On the outside he looks calm and collected, but on the inside he could feel fear tighten around his heart. He didn't sit as he paced "they're..colleagues..at this place i work at." You nod as you listen to him explain, and explain he does. He decides to not hide anything from you..if this is how you figure out this is how you figure out. He can't help but feel anxiety with the idea of the Foundation finding out that you well..know about them. Sure he's in higher up places but he can't protect you if the 05 decide you know to much. So for now similar to Icebergs partner, you know nothing. And Konny would like to keep it that way till his request is granted.

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medicinemane · 1 year ago

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Man... after looking through various videos about this and that horror thing I come back to the same stance as I always have... most horror sucks

Like these people put a lot of work into making it, like I don't want to be disrespectful, but they fundamentally miss what makes horror interesting and just kind of... go for making weird shit with a lot of glichy this and that, and it just ends up feeling so damn hollow

It's all weird faces yelling at someone from a CRT or spooky fucked up men standing in corners, or mundane shit like aliens crashing and it just kind of lacks substance

The best of the stuff I've seen was the DOOM map that was clearly inspired by House of Leaves (something I've never read, cause you clearly need a physical copy to really read it, but that I respect), and it was very much all about being a disquieting and disjointed experience of exploring a world that doesn't make sense

The best bits of it are stuff like that endless stairway SCP and just House of Leaves straight up being there. Extra bizarre and unsettling spaces

Also has stuff like a QR code hidden in it that leads to an obituary for the author dated before the mod was released, so nice bits of... what are they called? ARG? Anyway, nice elements of using more than just the map itself

Not exactly my thing, but pretty good

Next best is this living meat thing, but in the end it's like... yeah... this is kinda cool, but at the same time... it's just kinda meat men doing bad things. It's a lot more fleshed out than the others, but... just doesn't quite hold my interest as a whole. My mind comes back to the DOOM map more often than that

And like the rest, you can tell serious work was put into them but like... they're creepy pastas that someone bothered to throw a video together for; and by that I mean they have all the subtly and impact of your average creepy pasta

The otherworld spooky man with the distorted voice is driving people to kill themself or is smashing people up in their room... oh no

Just kinda dull and... and then the youtubers it's also like... there's real work put in here, they're not bad, but they're so often like "oh my god, this was the craziest thing I've ever seen" when it's like... listen, your theory that this is about a guy who was murdered and is being forced to come to terms with it is compelling, it's just that's also a kinda fucking boring subject

"Man, the idea that something malicious usurped god and is running the universe to maximize suffering is the most terrifying thing I've ever heard"... I mean... I don't want to be rude, but like... that's just so basic. Like that's hardly even horror, it's just a shitty situation

I don't know man, I don't want to act like I'm the smartest person in the room... I can't even really tell you what I want here, but it's like I've said: I'm not sure if they're playing it up for the video or if they really mean it (probably both), but so much of this stuff it's just like... this is so fucking mundane. This is "there was a sewer man" levels of spooky (zero)

Maybe it's cause I grew up reading a lot of horror, but like... surprise me. Interest me. Give me something I haven't seen before

Signalis is another one of those games where I can't sit through a playthrough, but I adore it. It does something, something's going on there with the time loops and the breaking down of the androids filled with imprints of former human personalities. It doesn't feel like it's just being weird cause it thinks being weird is horror; it feels like it has depth

Where as a lot of this stuff feels like it has actually deeply thought out lore... but... but the lore is boring and I don't care. I think they should keep going and I think they should be proud of what they're doing, but to me it's just such basic uninteresting shit

I don't care if the mountain's spooky with ancient evil and if people's Jungian shadows as wreaking havoc on the world as people mutate into monsters; that's a lot of really cool ideas you've got there, but you blended them together in a way where they're a bland creepy pasta blend of flavors

Man... it's just so hard to find good horror, or horror that is good to me at least

I don't know, yes I would probably be scared if a monster was stalking me, but like... I'd also be scared if a bear was trying to break into my house, you know?

Yes dead people who let off toxins that made people decay around them would be frightening... but it would also be scary to catch something like TB and not be able to get treatment

Fantastic as this stuff is it's also mundane, and maybe that's what makes it so scary to these other people but to me it makes it... mundane

Horror either needs to be very very very short (what if there was a kid down in the street, and when you waved to them the waved back and started floating up towards you), or it needs to really have something more to it

I don't know, this is why I consider horror such a tricky genre, but man... I want some good horror and it's impossible to get (and often when people do recommend me something it's like... mhh... thank you, but also absolutely wrong for what I want)

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rydrake6 · 1 year ago

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Shows/Stories I'm working on/Want to make

Scp: Adventures in the Anomalous

This one is going to be an Scp animated series centering around a Dr. Bright rewrite I made whose name is Michael Lumir and an anomaly that got hired by the foundation as a researcher. I don't want to spoil too much of it, but basically I'm rewriting some Scps like Scp-963 and Scp-590 as well as adding some of my own original scps into the mix. Two examples of which are fursuits that make you act like and gain the abilities of the animal they represent and a humanoid watermelon who will beat you to death with watermelons if you cut a watermelon. I'm also adding my own lore to the series. Like a lot of lore. Expect at least some angst at some point.

Over the Wishing Well

Over the Wishing Well plays off of the old nursery rhyme of "Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water." Basically, Jack and Jill are the main characters, as well as Puff the Magic dragon, but I'll get to that later. The main plot of the story is that all the magic in the world has disappeared and the only place that has any sort of magic left is one wishing well in a dangerous place. And Jack and Jill are going to go to try and find the wishing well to bring back the world's magic. I haven't decided whether or not it's going to be a movie or a show, but if it ends up being a show, then there's going to be something stopping Jack and Jill from reaching the wishing well. Similar to Shrek, Over the Wishing Well will put a spin on several fairy tales to create a whole new story. I might also make up some fairy tale characters to spice up the story a bit.

The only characters I have so far are Jack and Jill, Puff, and Rotten Mike. I don't really have any character background for Jack and Jill yet, but I do have it for Puff and Rotten Mike.

Puff is obviously from the nursery song Puff the Magic Dragon. The song has been adapted into a movie already from what I've heard, but my Puff is going to be a bit different. I was actually going to make Puff like the size of a cat or something, but then I listened to the song again and it described him as being gigantic, so I had to work around that. So my explanation for Puff being so small is that magic is what makes dragons big. Personality wise, Puff is snarky, a little materialistic, and kind of full of himself. But he's a funny little guy who's endearing once you get to know him. He's also got some abandonment issues because of the whole Jackie Paper thing.

Rotten Mike is one of my original characters and he kind of inspired this whole thing. Basically the idea I had for him was "A chill guy who's immortal and slowly rotting away." But basically his backstory is that he went to the wishing well and wished for immortality or something like that and he ended up getting what he wished for, but his body is rotting away. Mike's kind of like the "Don't judge a book by it's cover" character because he looks freaking terrifying and he probably smells horrible, but he's actually a really sweet guy.

I also have this idea for like a rivalry of sorts where Puff hates Rotten Mike for some reason. I've played around with the reason why being that Rotten Mike is Jackie Paper and Puff hates him because he abandoned him after growing up. Idk if I'll stick with that idea though.

Bane of the Reaper

Bane of the Reaper is going to be an animated short film about the lives of grim reapers. Mainly centering around a dragon grim reaper named Vrono, who is tired of seeing so much death. I'd say more, but this one is more in the idea phase.

Fuzzed Shenanigans

Fuzzed Shenanigans is a series I've had on my brain for a while now. Basically it's exactly what it sounds like, furry characters getting into wacky adventures. The main characters are my mascot/fursona, Flame Rydrake, and his parole officer, Volt, who is a blue tiger. Basically Flame is like the most wanted criminal in the world, but he can't be kept in prison. The cops have kind of given up on jailing him and now just deal with whatever interdimensional nonsense he brings into their world. This is one of the few things I'm planning to make that doesn't really have a lot of lore or a consistent story line. There is no overarching plot. Just wacky, nonsensical adventures. The closest thing to lore I have for this is that nobody knows Flame's real backstory, even him. And that Flame is the only Flame in existence and there is no other Flame Rydrake in any other dimension. Also this thing where Flame appears in everything I make at least once. Even if he's just a background character.

#Again #I wrote the Bane of the Reaper and Fuzzed Shenanigans ones just now

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ballorawan740 · 3 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: SCP 1678 (Unlondon) x Reader (REQUESTED)

Source: Photo

Requested by: @lilithisfurry

Ok, so I've done it!!! 😃

Before any of you say a thing, I know that there are 2 humanoid 1678s which are 1678-A (Bobbies/Policeman) and 1678-C (Wretch) and an avian type one (1678-B)

The one I'll be using is 1678-A (Policeman) because it takes too much time to write 3 versions of this SCP (But I might consider writing the other 2, but it's highly unlikely)

First Encounter

When you first met this humanoid, you were sent into SCP 1678 for some test

The police humanoid emitted a loud whistle as the speakers screamed ‘‘Police! Halt, criminal!’’

A couple of others who were with you attempted to shoot them with their guns but were quickly shown to be resistant

Luckily for them, they managed to plant some explosives which caused damage

The other 1678-As went in and attacked them which wasn't unusual because of their hostile nature

However, for you, one of them managed to capture you and ran

For some reason, it showed some interest towards you and warded off the other SCP 1678-As off from you

They seemed to understand that you were "marked" and left you alone

That particular 1678-A managed to get you out from harm and back to your foundation

The foundation staff did wonder what had happened and you told them everything with proof since you were wearing a bodycam

They've soon noticed that this particular policeman was softer towards you as you bandaged up its broken arm

Your feelings for him

After the incident, you were sent back down into 1678 for further research and you bumped back into the sane 1678-A

You only remembered that it was him because of its gesture and its unusual markings which distinguished him from the others

Somehow, you both were able to communicate with each other

The researchers realised that they seemed to understand human speech, mainly English, however, they seemed to understand other forms of European languages as well

Moreover, this particular Bobby also understood sign language and used it to his advantage to communicate with you, displaying some fondness for you

The researchers were reluctant to let you carry on with this test as they've noticed that you've reciprocated the same gesture

Let's just say that the researchers and the other Bobbies agreed to the fact that it was strange for you and that special policeman to be dating

His Confession

Over time, as you both became closer, he worked up the courage to sign to you that he cares a lot about you

And you've found that rather cute and returned the gesture

Which then made you both a rather unique type of couple

The other 1678-As were concerned and curious about this new relationship and so was the Foundation

The researchers had decided to borrow your newfound partner and took him to his new room (No, you've basically kidnapped him)

Needless to say, the other Bobbies were somewhat furious while others were glad that he's gone since he betrayed them for not killing you

Your new partner was somewhat homesick, so you've decided to paint some victorian style art for his cell

Date

From time to time, you both were shoved back into 1678 which just so happens to be the main place for you both to date

Some of his friends were relieved to see him and some would even offer you a hug

You obviously returned the gesture for being so flattering and because your man could finally get laid (NGL yall still be touch starved to the point you'd even date strange beings and objects)

Dates with this Bobby would be rather interesting

Like, he'd hold hands, but probably wouldn't start it during the beginning of the relationship because he's just shy (Just like everybody else here)

Since his face is all bandaged up, you wouldn't really be having many kisses

But he'll make it up with hugs instead

His fellow friends would probably enjoy bothering the both of you while you're there and would pull pranks on you both

If you both were in the foundation, you'd be chilling in his cell and talking bout your experiences in life (Not like you'd have much to say, get back to studying/work)

The researchers may poke fun of you both but would generally leave you both alone

When he gets jealous

Now, depending on who he's jealous of, he would react differently

If it was another fellow 1678-A, he would be slightly hostile and assert his dominance over the others

However, if it was a member of the foundation or anyone else that's not 1678-A for that matter, he'd be even more aggressive and would probably try and kill them

Unless you manage to stop him then it's fine

This Bobby would be slightly possessive because you're the only other person who genuinely cares about him other than his 1678 friends/family

If he sees you having a friendly chat with another person/SCP, he would wrap an arm around you just so the other person knows you're taken

I think over time he learns some boundaries so even if he is aggressive, he wouldn't just automatically send the dude you're with to hell

Unless that person is a crappy person then good for them

Yandere!1678-A

This yandere right here would literally kidnap you and take you back into 1678

He'd make sure that you would never find a way back into the foundation which does concern the researchers, so they send a group of D-classes and MTFs to find you

If he was feeling nice, he would let you wander around 1678 but he would most likely be next to or near you at all times

If he was having a bad day, he would tie you up in a random building and made sure that nobody can get in or out

Would most likely be even more hostile to everybody else around you

If you haven't behaved, he'd probs use something sharp to inflict pain on you

If you managed to behave, then he loosens the ropes around your arms, legs and neck

Probs would feed you tiny doses of 1678-D but only a bit because he's aware of how that affects the bodies of ordinary humans

Their younger sister

You and the other 1678-As would literally be families at this point or friends with the ones who are lurking away from the main area of 1678

And since you were rather new, you were treated as the younger one (That's also because you're the youngest one)

Would probably protect you from everything

You would be spoilt to death and wouldn't have to hurt a fly

One of the policemen would get you a 1678-B as your personal pet

And it's rather fond of you so it basically follows you around

Would most likely intimidate your dates if you have one

Even more so if they're a human/SCP from the Foundation

If it was another member of 1678 then they're more chill

However, if you were dating 1678-C, they'd be quite reluctant for you to be in a relationship with her but would let you anyways

When their kids say their name for the first time

Would 100% be crying internally and shocked

Like, it happened out of the blue since you both were just relaxing

Word would spread across the whole of 1678 because of this

And not because you both were a unique pairing in the first place

1678-A would try to teach your child some sign language in contrast to you who would teach them to communicate verbally

Most likely try and teach the kid to defend themselves and probably attack others

But you wouldn't let him because they were too young (Just like you lot!!! Shouldn't y'all be studying in primary or high/secondary schools?)

The other 1678s would literally yeet their way to meet the kid just so they can teach your child to say more words

And to swear of course

When his S/O is angry

Oh dear

If the foundation doesn't know any better, they'd just assume that all the Bobbies were the aggressive ones

And oh boy were they wrong

You were the one who needs a chill pill

Basically, some guy tried to hit on you and wouldn't stop

So you just casually gave him a taste in his own medicine

Which were a punch in the face and a kick in the nuts (Kids, don't do this to a guy unless he really deserves it)

He somehow got back up and carried on harassing you

Your man was just strolling around the park until he saw the commotion

He had to literally hold you back and made the guy run for his life

Which was a shocker since it's usually the other way around

And of course, everybody inside 1678 heard about the news and cheered on for you while others just ran since they didn't wanna have the first-hand experience with your anger issue

When someone tries to steal you away

Oh this man right here would gather all his police friends as well as the birds to hunt down whoever stole you away

He would be furious to the core and rightfully so

The foundation was informed of this and they didn't blame this SCP

And that's because the person who stole you was from the Chaos Insurgency

Both GOIs hated each other's guts so the foundation just kinda let 1678-A hunt down the guy

And he did along with the MTFs

But was met with you standing over the guy's dead body

Then everybody realised that your man taught you how to protect yourself

And you did it so perfectly that even 1678 was intimidated af

Nobody wanted to mess with you and your partner was relieved that he taught you self defence

When his pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident

This particular 1678-A that just so happens to be your partner, is rather shy and introverted

Nad although he does his 'job' well, he would rather just stay away from any contact

Until he met you and you became pregnant

This 1678-A would be slightly more protective but would let you have some space

And because of this, you managed to give yourself a papercut

Which was met with a furious policeman

But was cooled down when you explained your injury to him

He was giving you a huge lecture about your safety and how not to get hurt because you're carrying his baby

Wouldn't leave you alone ever again

Even if that means he would have to sit by the corner at all times

Would send his mates to come over to check on you if he wasn't there

Meeting a dragon hybrid child fem!reader

Definitely would be curious about you since they mostly interact with Foundation staffs

Probably would try to attack you but instead got burnt

1678-A would definitely notice your strange appearance and that you cry lava

Would feel bad so he'd try and comfort you

This then leads to you both being rather attached to each other

This particular 1678-A would have to bribe the others to keep you

The foundation realising this would happen

Probably would let you stay there for research purposes

They would most likely help level up your telekineses

Treats you like their own child and would be extremely protective

Most likely would have a heart attack every time you show kindness towards foundation members instead of attacking them

Every time you're in danger, the ones attacking you would soon realise that they've screwed up

Because the SCPs can hear you cry which would summon a whole bunch of them

When he accidentally kills you

He was basically chilling with you until some MTF members arrived to take some samples for testing

They were attacked by the other 1678-As and retaliated

This chill guy would lead you to safety before attacking the remaining MTFs

You realising what has happened decided to try and help out

You noticed that one of the MTF members were about to shoot your guy and managed to throw the gun out of his hand

1678-A notices and tries to attack the member but instead killed you

The remaining MTF members flee as he mourns your death

He would be even more vengeful and aggressive to the foundation members

Which does scare off the other Bobbies

Stayed in one of the abandoned houses to cry alone

Yandere!1678 - A x Evil!Reader

I'd say aside from his yandere self and the fact that he's only more aggressive to everyone else aside from you and giving you some scars, he's pretty dense and thicc in the brain

Probably wouldn't notice that you were working on them for a project in the GOC

You were able to get away with a lot of things because of your small stature and innocent appearance

Definitely managed to fool this yandere!1678-A because of your appearance

You could be just as vicious when you want to be

Yandere!1678-A soon realises that you were just using him for some experiment and were angered to the point of no return

Would most likely try and hunt you down

But since you've already got enough information about this SCP, you were able to devise a plan to leave

Manages to catch up to you but you were fortunate enough to know enough self-defence tactics to ward him off

You never came back to him and he was depressed for all of eternity

Trying McDonald's Sprite

You were requested to bring some ordinary food to 1678 as a test

And you've decided that you wanted to bring some Sprite with some Apple pie, mozzarella dippers and pancakes (They're my soul food from Mackies ok? Don't judge)

When you arrived in 1678, that one particular policeman who is attached to you for some odd reason was curious about the food

Of course, he would need to take off the bandage on his head to taste the food but not before some bribery from you

He reminisced about the food since he loved eating them before he turned into 1678-A

Sprite, however, was slightly different

He never tried them and was surprised with how good they tasted

Most likely would ask you to get more for him though

Foundation staff would be rather conflicted but allowed you to reward him with Sprite and some food

Only whenever he behaved well though

When his kid swears at him

You should've seen the look on his face (oh the irony)

You both taught your kid verbal and non-verbal communications with some common sentences people would say

But never have either of you taught your kid how to swear

Kinda just happened and 1678-A was about to go into cardiac arrest (Pun intended)

Would hunt down whoever taught them that depending on the severity

Like if the kid was using a ton of swearing in a sentence and was directing it to either of you, 1678-A would kill the guy

You were more of a chill type of parent

But would recommend the kid to stop swearing sine it's rude

Most likely wound ground the kind for a week tbh

When the reader scares him (Child!Reader)

Well, let's just say you managed to make the policeman play hide and seek with you

And you were the one hiding since you secretly knew that you were a professional at it

So you made 1678-A to find you

And although he's pretty good at catching his victims, he couldn't find you (Cuz y'all be so short)

Like he was literally in front of you and he still couldn't see you and you even giggled

So you've decided to jump on him

And oh boy was he about to scream out for help

But luckily he didn't cuz the others would whoop yo ass

Probably wouldn't give you a lecture but would need a while for his precious heart to not go yeetus the fetus

He would probably yeet you though tbf

When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dance

1678-A probably would have some ideas on what pole dancing is

Maybe not as much with the term aerial silk dancing but would soon understand when he sees you dancing

Probably thinks that you're trying to fondue with him if you're pole dancing

Definitely would be in awe when he sees you dance with the aerial silks

Would have a difficult time mimicking you if he ever wants you to teach him

Has definitely fallen 1000 times while pole dancing and broke his arms while dancing 10 ft off the ground

If the others inside 1678 see you dancing, he'd be in a blushing mess, especially if you were dancing to certain kinds of songs

Would most likely tell you to dance for him privately so there's no peeking

Having a Pregnant!S/O

Would most definitely be on the guard more since you're carrying his child

1678-A would most likely follow you around like a well trained and clingy German Shepard

You'd most likely have to tell him to tone it down because you're pregnant, not some delicate flower

Would most likely do whatever you tell him to do, even if it means hurting himself as long as you're safe and sound

Definitely would make sure that another 1678 would be around you at all times when he's away from you

1678-A would occasionally rub your stomach and sing victorian era songs

Sometimes he would bring you some of your favourite foods

When you try to commit suicide

When he hears the news he was devastated

He literally ran 69 miles just to see you

Would give you a big boi lecture about doing that

Nearly had his heart jump out of his body

Would constantly follow you everywhere after this

He's basically your bodyguard at this point

Would bandage up your wounds

Makes sure that you're fed well and all and would give you random gifts out of the blue

Would most likely ask the other Bobbies to care for you if he's not there and would even give you 1678-B

Asks the Wretches to keep a lookout to make sure nobody hurts you

Having a hopelessly romantic/easily flustered GN!Reader

This particular Bobby would most likely be just as easily flustered and hopelessly romantic as you

I'd imagine him trying to make the first move and you both being in a blushing mess

You both would exchange little gifts every now and again

Everyone else just teases and ships you both

You both loving each other unconditionally and constantly worrying about each other when you're both away from each other

This Bobby would definitely protect you from the MTFs and/or D-classes from attacking you

You would make a deal with the foundation to keep your guy safe and sound

The foundation witnessing how lovey-dovey you both are and just dies of cringe and sweetness overload (but not as sweet as out 999)

#scp #scp scenarios #scp x reader #scp headcanons #scp x reader headcanons #scp x reader scenarios #scp 1678 #scp 1678 headcanon #scp 1678 scenarios #scp 1678 x reader #scp 1678 x reader scenarios #scp 1678 x reader headcanon

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binkysteebnpewter · 5 years ago

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Of Paper Planes & Teddy Bears

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Words: 2100+

Summary: Wanda has loved you since you trained her when she joined the avengers. However she’s too afraid to confess all because she’s sure you’re dating the Diner guy.

I used a divider a few times, they’re by: @writeyourmindaway 💗

Warnings: TW:Dissociation, TW: Anxiety Implications, explicit (?) detailing, conspiracy thoughts (just to add flavor 🤷🏻‍♀️).

Taglist: @softpeachbarnes @thejournalman

There was so much that I could say about her. So much good, so much praise, so many compliments that'd sound like Shakespeare had possessed my body to write an entire play solely about how her eyes stared into my soul with just a simple fleeting glance she'd give as we passed each other in the hall. There was so much I could say about her to show someone how much I love her and what I love about her, but that would take too long— even though I knew I could talk about her until my lungs failed to take in air and my heart failed to beat.

What I would utter out was that her attitude was what got me up in the morning, other than the fact she always made breakfast for everyone even though she didn't have to— and her cooking is absolutely blissful if I'm honest. However her coffee is downright dreadful. She liked her coffee way too strong for me or anyone other than Tony and Bruce, who refused to drink theirs any other way now. I didn't see how she could drink it, especially not black with just ONE spoon of honey.

There were those days where sometimes she didn't want to cook and everyone would sometimes go to the nearby diner, and today was one of those days. She had dressed down pretty casual and comfy, but oh— she looked otherworldly in her comfort clothes, dressed to no ones expectations as she held her favorite teddy bear

Sam drove while everyone else talked, but her? She sat playing with a few small paper airplanes, making them fly with psychokinesis. Making one fly out of her course, she stops them all and looks to me. She smiles and one of them unfolds suddenly, refolding quickly. Smiling at the blossom flower, my eyes widen when I moved over and rested in my lap. She smiles to me once more and focuses on her airplanes again, leaving me a storm of emotions.

The time passes like it's racing as we all ordered, waited, receivers, and ate. Some of us were still eating, some were just talking and relaxing. It was peaceful and the diner was never busy enough to draw a crowd to us, thankfully.

"How you gonna be like 'she gotta blonde, she gotta be thick, she gotta be tan'?" She asks, standing up to a guy sitting near us as he dissed his own girlfriend.

"You ain't got the right to be picky. All you packing is a tic-tac.. what you gonna do breath mint?" She asks and he flusters.

"What you gon' do Listerine?" She asks, giving him a look full of utter sass and confidence.

Smiling as the guy flustered and began ignoring her, I nodded and gave her a thumbs up as she turned back around. She smiles to me and laughs a bit.

"Yo! You're here today!" I hear and she turns.

"Mattie! What's up?" She smiles, standing and giving the guy a hug.

Him.

The one I wish I was. The guy who gets to call her baby girl, the guy who gets to stay up and talk on the phone with her for hours, the guy who gets to hear her sleepy voice say those three words I so desperately want to hear and say back.

I love you.

Wanda had left my origami flower in the diner, right on the table with her plate. Did she not like it? Was it the wrong color? I purposefully kept my airplanes folded neatly in the colors black and red, the colors I knew she liked. Was I overthinking all the subtle things? Was I imagining them? It was possible, maybe I'm reading too far into things.

I walked silently across the street from the cemetery, a hat placed on my head and tipped low as I faced the ground. My fingers played with the fidget in my hand, the puzzle fidget I had solved too many times to count now. I was long overdue for a new one, there was no combination of moves someone could do to mess up the colors on my rainbow ball fidget toy to make sure I couldn't return each colored ball to its respective hole too quickly. Wind whipped around me and chilled my skin, my thin jacket doing nothing to keep me warm.

The pigeons, I swear, are staring at me as I walk. Following me, I know it, as I took turns and they stayed right nearby with me from the start of my journey. I was a long way from the compound, that I knew for sure. I'm convinced one day they'll begin recognizing individuals, or that maybe they're not even real— robots maybe. Do we ever see them sleep? Do the power lines charge them when they rest upon them? Do they video people and record conversations? Is this how the government truly finds wanted people?

A bus loops around and around, passing through the old streets. The neighborhoods of old tenement houses, public schools, coffee shops, and candy stores. Sidewalks lined with cart shops, their goods ranging from street food to newspapers and tourist spots. I haven't seen the bus stop once as it's passed by one time after another, yet there are always less and less people aboard it with each pass. Has it even stopped? Why come down this road so many times? Is it forever stuck in this route? Is it in limbo— wait, can objects be stuck in limbo?

dO UnITs hAVe a SoUL??

I pass a hot dog stand, the grilled hot dogs looked oddly like fingers to my eyes and I suppress a gag. Do they bleed when you bite into them? Is the juice metallic tasting? Is the texture— Let's stop there, yeah let's stop there.

I head to subway station to realize I had been in the Brooklyn-Queens area, my numb fingers aching as I swiped my subway card. I stand as far from people as I could, the suffocating feeling of the subway closing in. The scent of the train car was musty and pungent, like old sneakers in a gym locker and rotten food found in the home of a hoarder who'd dropped their food and never found it to pick up and throw away. My fingers pause in the motion of scrambling my fidget as I realize the conductor was making an announcement, I caught on too late. Asking the man nearby if he'd heard the announcement, I shuddered when he gave me a simple rat-like smile and said nothing with a shrug.

I guess I'll never know.

I feel as though someone is watching me and Natasha's words play through my head. 'If you feel like someone's watching you, it's because someone is.' Do I look for them? Do I make eye contact and sass them? No, don't. Really don't, never trust a man or even a women on the train this late at night— I have no clue why they're up, or why I'm up even. I had woke with a feeling of dread and left without a single thought about it, the compound had felt too stuffy and small— despite its size.

The compound was... a mystery to me. It was large and spacious yet at times it felt like it closed in on me, suffocating like a 5x5 room. It made me feel like SCP 096 in his airtight steel cube room, watched yet not seen.

I step off the train at a random stop, heading out back into the chilly night air to continue an aimless walk through a concrete jungle shaped like a maze of looming buildings that wait— wait for the perfect moment to swallow me whole like a fly in the air, gone like I had never even buzzed in someone's ear.

Walking off the sidewalk and into a parking lot, I glance around. The parking lot may seem empty but I don't trust it, there are cars here— I know there are. They just don't want me to see them yet. They like to hide, spook me when I'm not paying attention once more. The building seems to expend as I enter with my membership card in hand, I'm sure I'll never understand how everything fits inside this place— just like I'll never understand where all the shoppers in here come from, even so late.

Are they even people?

I don't know how long I've been in here before I begin to become hungry, taking notice of the samples being handed out. Don't trust it, never trust it— you don't know if that person is sick or has done something to the food. Buy something and make it yourself, or buy a packaged snack— some fruit even. I cannot find check out, and the lady I had passed only gave me an eerie smile when I asked how to get to check out.

What is up with people and not knowing the answers to questions tonight?

I sit motionless, vaguely aware i was on the floor in the kitchen. I was also vaguely aware it was some time past 4am, when I returned from my late name wander. However something is wrong, something is staring. I do not know what nor do I think I want to know, yeah... I don’t want to know— I never will want to know.

It feels as if I’m staring at the back of my own head, watching as blurs vibrate and buzz off me and disappear into the air. I was staring, but staring where? At what? What color is it? What shape does it take? Is it smooth or textured? Is it decorative or a utensil?

I want to reach and touch myself, reassure myself that I am, in fact, here— that I am tangible and existing. So I reach up to touch my forehead, but everything blues— freezes. It was like something had stopped me from proving I was tangible, but I didn’t know what stopped me. I can’t figure it out, I’m sure at this point I don’t want to figure it out.

Do not touch my own face, that is asking for trouble. Something has warned me not to do it, and blindly I will take the unseen things advice.

My mind feels cloudy? No, it feels foggy. Not quite... It feels as if someone has steamed it, the moisture leaking out my eyes— I am crying with a dull expression as I sit on the kitchen floor, barely aware I even exist. This skin isn’t even my own, who’s is it? Did I steal it? Did I win it? Did we swap? How do I give it back? It is uncomfortable and suffocating, irritating like a sunburn.

Who am I? Am I a spectator? Am I a player? Am I winning? What am I playing? What am I spectating? Are others here? Is this a competition? Where are the controls?

I’d like to take the controls now.

It was a very faint and ghostly feeling of a hand touching mine that made me obscurely aware my hand had never dropped from moving to touch my own face. How long ago was that? The world was a blur, scratchy and set in black and white like a very old VHS tape. I didn’t know how long it was of those ghostly hands rubbing my upper arms and occasionally wiping my face and eyes, but the feeling of those motions became more prominent— heavier and more tangible.

Eventually, my world came into color and the first thing I could see was red. Brown hair that was lazily held in a messy ponytail, skin adorned with a pair of red pajamas, green eyes that seemed so soft and worried as they met mine.

“You’re with me, miere?” She asks softly and I touch her hand that was cupping my cheek.

She is real.

She’s here, tangible, existing.

So I am real, tangling, existing— because she is talking to ME.

“Miere?”

“Please don’t leave me alone...”

“I am not going to leave, Miere. I am right here, don’t worry.. I am always right here.”

“I love you..”

“Miere?”

Meeting her green eyes, they seemed so bright but so cautious. Why? Squeezing her hand that had been holding mine, the corners of my lips tugged up a bit.

“I love you Wanda..”

“I... I love you too, Miere. I, I thought you were dating... Mattie?”

“Mattie..?” I mumble, confused.

Who is Mattie? Do I know a Mattie? Surely I do, she wouldn’t have mentioned a Mattie if I didn’t and— Oh, the diner Mattie.

“No, I’m not dating Mattie.. He was my friend from school.” I admit, his face now fresh in my head.

“Besides, I don’t like guys.”

“Are you... are you gay?”

“Of course I’m gay.”

#marvel #wanda maximoff x fem reader #wanda x fem reader #female reader insert #reader insert #avengers #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff one shot #tw: dissociation #tw: anxiety implications #Wanda Maximoff Fluff

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