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psychopathseraphim · 25 days

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sammy lawrence x selfharmer!reader

tw: extreme anger from sammy's end, self-inflicted harm, forceful revealing of scars

as sammy lawrence's assistant director, you really only have one job (because sammy tends to do everything on his own); to check on how the music plays alongside the film. during your first few days as an intern, you had some issues with syncing the music, but now that it's been a few months or so, this task has come naturally to you.

one day, however, tension within the studio was high, mainly because a short was destined to come out tomorrow (anytime tomorrow) and the music department was rushing to create songs for it. not to have a complex but you were extremely certain that it was only you and sammy that deserved a place in the credits, with how the other interns (including jack fain) failed to cooperate and contribute.

sammy was extremely on-edge that same evening, especially due to the sleep-deprivation catching up to him. desperately he wrote scores and edited notes to be performed and recorded by you both; you were somewhat afraid due to your knowledge about certain instruments being short and cut-off. you didn't want to press the man, especially not tonight.

however, after submitting a scene you synchronized the music to, sammy found out about a certain error- a song for an extremely crucial part was mixed up with another song. . . this angered sammy extremely, especially because he didn't necessarily have extra time on his hands to tweak it. feeling like his trust in you was misplaced, he called you over.

"(y/n), look at this. haven't we talked multiple times about this song being for this scene?!" his voice started to get louder as his anger continued to rise. "you have ONE thing to do, (y/n)! you're in the luckier end of the rope- try being in my shoes! if I were you, I wouldn't make a single mistake!"

somewhat scared, you grab onto the hem of your shirt and look down. nervously, you try to reason with him: "I-I'm sorry, there must have been an error in the syst-"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY ERRORS IN THE SYSTEM! who else is behind the system if not you?! God, you interns are useless." he spat back, his voice booming and echoing throughout the whole studio, probably letting other late-staying employees know that you were being yelled at. before you knew it, your eyes were glassy and filled with tears, and crying in front of your boss would be embarrassing. turning around and gathering the work you made a mistake on, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

self-harm was something you found comfort in, sad to say. you always kept a blade inside a mini-notepad you'd stuff inside your pocket; it yearned to be used when sammy was screaming at you. sitting inside of a bathroom stall, you sink to the ground, roll down your sleeves, and prepare your arms.

your arms were already littered with scars; old, new. . . it didn't matter because no one noticed. you weren't a little kid anymore, having your parents check your wrists to see if you were still doing the "bad thing". you were an adult and did whatever you want. . . so here you were, doing just that.

you idolized sammy, and being the cause of his frustration-

one cut.

how could you? as his assistant, you're supposed to help him-

two cuts.

not anger him. not make his stress worse-

three cuts.

by then, your wrists were dripping with blood that you made sure couldn't touch your sleeves. you wash your wrists, your blade, and exit the bathroom almost like nothing ever happened.

you were stressed, too, and you didn't need sammy to know about how you got rid of it. he'd find you weird and tell joey and the others about you. you could lose your job and get send to a hospital or a clinic. sammy could laugh at you; all up in your face, and send you off to find a better intern.

you didn't want to think of sammy like that, but you knew he acted exactly like that.

as you entered the music department office, you noticed that sammy didn't even lift his head to check on who entered. he's probably extremely annoyed of me, you come to think as you take your seat. for the next few moments, work goes on an usual, before sammy lifts his head to look at something in a shelf above you.

"(y/n)," he said, stern, but definitely calmer than the last time he spoke to you, "see that book up there? music theory is its name. get it for me now."

with no answer on your behalf, you stand up and reach for it. although you do grab it, your sleeve rides up and for a second, your raw, red-tinted scars are revealed to your boss, who has been staring at you this entire time.

trying to brush it off while praying to God he didn't see your scars, you hand him the book with your sleeve being held tightly by your fingers. some blood presses on your sleeve for a bit.

"here, sir," you said.

"... (y/n)- what was that?" he asked, his tone agitated once more which gave you a sense of fear once more.

"what was what, sir-"

"no, don't try to play it off like that, I'm being serious-" he grabs your wrists and forcefully pulls your sleeve back. with a gasp, you cover your scars on your wrist with your other hand. sammy, however, easily pulls it off to reveal scars and new cuts.

"(y/n)." he says angrily, "what the fuck is this?"

"I..." you're brought to tears once again with his tone of voice and the sense of fear you feel within you. please don't yell at me, or tell on me. I'm not weird, I promise, you think as if he could hear you. "I just... they're old..."

he inspects your new cuts and shakes his head with furrowed brows. "these are not old, (y/n). stop lying. tell me now- why would you do this?"

"the pressure, sir." you managed to say, praying to God sammy won't ridicule you or compare your stresses to his. "I didn't want to be the main cause of your frustrations. it's not as bad as it seems, I don't do that religiously... it's just a way to get rid of stress."

it's quiet for a bit, before sammy sighs, gets up off his chair, and walks off. he comes back shortly after holding a first aid kit, sits down, and grasps your wrist...gently, this time. he opens the first aid kit, grabs for a cotton ball coated with betadine, and places it on your cuts.

you wince first, expecting it to sting (as usual, whenever you'd cut yourself). sammy lets out a chuckle at this- "it's betadine, (y/n). it's not supposed to sting."

"oh. right." is all you utter out.

it's silence once more, and sammy breaks this once more- "(y/n), I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier- I really hope these cuts aren't as bad as you make it, though. I was irritated, that's all. I'm sorry." he continues on, "you're not useless- you're far from that. you're a good intern, and a better assistant."

these words make your heart flutter. perhaps there was more to idolizing sammy lawrence than you knew- than it was platonic. perhaps there was a bit of romance in it; something you'd never admit to him- ever.

the night ends with this, and you return home with treated cuts and a much better feeling within you.

the next day is the premiere of the newest bendy episode- that stupid dancing demon, the cause of all your stress. all of the staff members watch intensely; sammy watches for any musical errors, joey watches for any animation errors- that kind of thing.

fortunately, the episode ends without any errors spoken by the heads, and all of the staff members rejoice. two interns in the far back high-five, and joey returns to his office with a more relieved and happy expression on his face.

once everyone leaves for food and wine, sammy approaches you.

"(y/n), good job." he says with a rare smile on his mouth. "I knew you could do it. how are your cuts?"

"they're fine, sir." you respond. they were fine- alongside that, so were you.

#sammy lawrence x reader #sammy lawrence #bendy and the ink machine #i made this when i was tired #batim #batim x reader #bendy and the ink machine oneshots #batim oneshots #bendy and the ink machine x reader #joey drew studios #anger issues #angst to fluff #x reader #reader is a selfharmer #selfharming!reader #selfharm!reader

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psychopathseraphim · 30 days

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kinda wna write sumn for batim! got back into it like hardcore…

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psychopathseraphim · 3 months

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is d camp camp comm. still alive ?! I lowkey wanna write for it

#camp camp #camp campbell

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psychopathseraphim · 8 months

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Can you do 049 I’m adopting/kidnaping us?

Hhheeeeyyy... I’m back it’s really been a while ahhsjshz idek if I’ll be back to post buuuut ;___; thought i’d give you guys some headcanons! I answer by date of ask, btw.

-049 would definitely adopt you, specifically because he’s against the concept of kidnapping you (non-consensual and all that, fucking traumatizing too) so he’d take you in under his wing, in the SCP lab

- would insist on tweaking you if he could,, maybe altering something in your genes so his touch wouldn’t affect you then bring you back. Because of your position as a D-Class, you had to, but to some extent you did it willingly

-you no longer die from a touch! Yay. 049 makes sure to cherish this fond feeling of affection, holding your hands/shoulders/arms/etc., Wherever you allow him to because he’s understanding of boundaries

- Random hc: feel like he’d be sooo into making food if the foundation allowed him access to the cafeteria... But because he can’t he sticks to asking the staff members for food for you; more nutritiously packed than his meals.

- Sees you as a daughter, a younger sibling if you will. Cherishes your position as (somewhat) a little follower, possibly a plague docling to his plague doctor self; sometimes you’d take down notes because he often babbles about you being his apprentice

- another random hc but would quite literally build you a small area in his lab for your “room” he’s respectful of your privacy too o777

- you’d probably take him to do a bunchhh of random things, like do some coloring or drawing and he’d drop all his science experiments to do these things with you. You notice his excitement when he gets to partake in these things- indeed like a father with his daughter

- at the end of the day you find yourself having dinner with him as he asks you about your day. Once the meal is over and you get ready for bed, he never forgets to give you a peck on the forehead <3

#scp 049 x reader #scp 049 #scp fanfiction #scp #secure contain protect #reader is adopted #scp 049 x adopted!reader #plague doctor #medieval doctor #049

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psychopathseraphim · 1 year

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SCP 049 x reader who does s/h

This is a little something else,, did this out of boredom; no one really requested this.

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR the mentions of self harm, blade/s, and cuts

♡୨୧ SCP-049 doesn't do too well with identifying what's wrong. . . He may be a doctor, but his abilities to read someone is a little effy, mainly because you, a research scientist, always stands behind thick glass.

♡୨୧ Although he does pick up on it eventually. . . Through careful observation,, given that you are practically the only research scientist that spends enough time with him as you do, he carefully notices small things.

♡୨୧ He first noticed something was up when he realized you had been bleeding through your lab coat. A reddish stain in the shape of a puddle, pressed gently against your skin like the clinging of dried or drying blood. . . This definitely alarmed him, although he thought it would be rude to ask.

♡୨୧ But this began to happen more frequently which caused him to worry more frequently. You looked sickly and pale, you always had a stain on your lab coat, and you always rolled your lab coat up beyond your wrists, as if you were hiding something.

♡୨୧ What could that be? Well SCP-049 eventually asks. "Ahem," he clears his throat, his figure still as he stops working on the Foundation's given carcass, "I apologize if my asking seems rude, but. . . Why do you always seem to have a press of crimson liquid on your lab coat sleeve?"

♡୨୧ It's really your choice if you want to tell him or not. . . Even if you didn't, he wouldn't force the question on you any longer. But he does worry, just very very silently.

♡୨୧ After this encounter, his first words to you when you would enter his cell would always be something along the lines of, "Salut, Doctor. How have you been?"

♡୨୧ Isn't very good with human psychology, isn't very keen on reading people. But he does try his best to offer his support as someone you can talk to. As long as you get all the bad feelings out of your system, that is.

♡୨୧ Pesters guards and scientists to always do routinely checks in your office. Does not tell them why ("I fear they might be carrying. . . Weapons, good sirs,"). Wants to make sure that your office is clear of blades, ropes, pills, that kind of thing.

♡୨୧ If you ever resort to telling him about your self harming, he'd be glad as ever to assist you in patching up your wounds. I know something along the lines of his lethal touch being blocked if he wears thick mittens, so he does just that before tending to your wounds.

♡୨୧ If you cut anywhere else, say your thighs or legs, then he might, if he even will, pick up on it a little later. He might need you telling him for him to find out about it.

♡୨୧ Would do anything to be your distraction from self harm. Always tells you that if you ever feel like doing it, you could always come to his cell to have idle chit chat with him. He'll always listen.

#scp 049 #scp 049 x reader #reader is sad #scp #secure contain protect #scp fanfiction #scp containment breach #i wrote this at like 1am with no proofreading #sorry its messy

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psychopathseraphim · 1 year

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Have some wholesome stuff :DD

Thank you so much, these are adorable! <3

I rarely see wholesome memes anymore, so this is quite the [good] surprise.

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psychopathseraphim · 1 year

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Good day/Night/Afternoon to you! Can I ask for some platonic hcs with scp 049? What would the Plague Doctor do if they saw his researcher friend exhausted or overworked?

Hello! Good day/afternoon/night to you too (-: <3 I'm sorry if this is bad, it was a little rushed. Thank you so much for your request!

SCP 049 HCs with an overworking research scientist friend

ɞ♡ You were a junior researcher in need of a promotion; money had been getting scarce and you needed quite literally anything you could get your hands on. So!! What more than to actually investigate a Euclid-class object, SCP-049.

ɞ♡ Life in the Foundation was busy, with every scientist bustling through halls with authorized D-Class next to them, and you weren't no exception. With enough permission granted by some lenient part of the upper ground in the Foundation, you were allowed to meet with SCP-049 once a day; which was rather kind of them to permit.

ɞ♡ SCP-049 found himself enjoying your presence. "A like-minded person such as myself," is something he would repeat in different ways every time the conversation was about you. He liked that you weren't too strict on him and that you listened to his stories about the pestilence; though he did notice your fatigue.

ɞ♡ His care first shone through when you had been noting down his behavior aimlessly on a clipboard. Your eyes were droopy and it looked like you could pass out at any moment. Worried enough to speak, SCP-049 brought it up with, "Doctor, forgive me for asking too many questions, but are you sure you're alright?"

ɞ♡ You were a doctor and just a doctor. So you shrugged it off to the Plague Doctor, who was persistent. . .

ɞ♡ Since touch is still lethal here,, SCP-049 couldn't possibly hold you and examine you without you dying on him. Even through thick rubber gloves, his touch was lethal. At that moment he kind of despised that he couldn't do much.

Now to the HCs;

ɞ♡ Would definitely sing to you if it soothed your senses.

ɞ♡ To me, his voice is rather soothing, so he'd talk aimlessly about the pestilence or his experiences before the Foundation if you asked him to: "So, I remember before the Foundation brought me here, there had been a time in France where I encountered. . ."

ɞ♡ Would literally protect you. SCP-049 has some sort of a makeshift bed, I believe, in some part of his cell that he barely uses. Need rest? You can sleep over there if you trust him enough. Really, SCP-049 would not even bother touching you without your consent.

ɞ♡ He would pester you nonstop about taking a break. Even though that would mean you would see him less (and he didn't quite like the idea; enjoying your presence was something he was surprised to have felt) he prioritizes your health.

ɞ♡ If you're working tirelessly, he'd normally be the one to remind you about water breaks and this and that.

ɞ♡ "Doctor, I know I have mentioned this many, many times now, but. . . too much overworking could cause you to fall ill, and although I can treat such illnesses, I'm not sure the Foundation would permit me to."

ɞ♡ In the end, it was less about getting a promotion, and more about being able to have some sort of a "bond" with SCP-049.

#scp 049 #scp 049 x reader #reader is a research scientist #scp #scp containment breach #secure contain protect #guys pls remember to drink water and rest #reader is an overworker #scp fanfiction #anon request

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