Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

SCP-105 x Reader | Modelling

Super duper short story this time. Soft and fluffy too. Iris doesn't deserve any angst.

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It had taken weeks. Weeks of persuasion, bribing and begging from your girlfriend to finally get you to agree.
The first week consisted of extra kisses and cuddles and a whole load of sweetness from Iris. Well, she was adorably sweet anyway, it was just ten times the normal amount.
The second week led to seduction tactics, wearing skimpy outfits, accidentally dropping everything that came into her hands, accidentally staining her t-shirt and spending the rest of the day parading around the house topless in an attempt to sweeten you up. It didn't succeed in persuading you however it did succeed in something else.
The third week was made up of all your favourite home made meals, all of which happened to be far too over cooked - burnt even, and not letting you near a stove once. As lovely as that was, you enjoyed cooking and missed a week without. Iris quickly came to understand how that wasn't working out when she set the oven on fire.
By the fourth week she had stooped to constant whining and begging which you just flat out ignored.
It seemed she had given up by the final week, becoming rather mopey and huffy with you. At last you took pity on your girlfriend and agreed.
She had promptly dragged you all over the place, snapping as many photos as she could. Needless to say, you felt incredibly awkward.
It was getting dark and you were getting tired as Iris dragged you off to your final destination by the pier.
"Hurry up," you moaned, stumbling along as she dragged you by your wrist.
"Last one, I pinky promise!" she grinned finally releasing your hand.
"What pose, boss?" you mumbled through a yawn.
"Just be yourself," she chirped, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and turning the camera to face the both of you.
The corners of your mouth tugged up into a soft smile which was quickly replaced by a flustered look as she planted a kiss on your cheek, snapping the camera, a photography already being printed.
Without missing a beat you reached up to press the shutter button again, turning your face to meet hers, lips colliding as the camera clicked again.
Neither of you pulled away from the kiss, even after the printed photos fell to the ground.

"(Y/N)!" Iris called from the sitting room.
You didn't want to leave the food cooking but you hurried in anyways, apron on and fish slice in your hand.
"Look," she held the photo up for you to see, quickly recognising it as your last photo of the night. But in this the stars were out, the bright moon reflecting of the ocean, causing the water shimmer with each ripple.
"You really are one of the most talented people I know," you smiled softly, kissing her on the forehead,"Now I really need to get back to the food or it'll burn."
"Need any help?" she called after as you darted into the other room.