Living With Monsters | Various SCP X Reader

Simon Glass x Reader | Mind Games

"That fucker!" you exclaimed, running a hand through your hair in annoyance as you flicked through your files. Three days. Three days you had taken off and Simon Glass had decided to take on your work.

Doctor Glass, probably one of the kindest, happiest and sweetest researchers at the foundation, with a bright smile and spring in his step. he got along so well with everyone he came into contact with. Except you, that was.

The feud between you had been going on since you had arrived at the foundation, a fully trained, medically trained, psychiatrist. From the offset the two of you didn't agree on work based terms. Although you got on more than well on every other matter.

You loved everything about him. Apart from his tendency to butt his nose into every place where it didn't belong.

And with that you stormed out of your office with clenched fists, bathing your way into his and slamming down your file on the desk.

"What the fuck is this?" You snapped angrily, folding your arms in an impatient manner.

He took off his glasses with a frown, Simon was quite frankly one of the most long sighted people you had met and couldn't read size twenty font without his glasses.

"What's what?"

This only annoyed you more as you pushed it towards him, he didn't need to read it, he already knew what he had done and was just playing stupid to piss you off. It was succeeding.

"I wasn't gone that long. You didn't need to see my patients. You didn't need to tell the to stop taking their medication," you growled lowly as he stood.

Glass wasn't tall, in fact he was probably the same height as you, if not slightly smaller. He was always very well kept unlike some of the slobs at the foundation and always wore a lab coat. Like he was a real scientist.

"I never told anyone to stop taking medication," he said softly, in that oh so innocent tone.

"You know what you said," you retorted, "And 'You might not need medication' can sometimes sound like stop taking your medication."

"I was only telling them what I thought, sorry if it seemed that way," he wasn't stopping this ridiculous innocent act. It really was annoying.

"Just stop coming to my patients with your stupid little pep talks and brainwashing," you snapped, taking your files back.

"It's better than drugging them up with medication they become dependant on," he smiled sweetly at you, as if he hadn't just insulted you.

"What are you going to do about it?" you snapped back, now the file between the two of you was really the only thing keeping you separated. Even from here you could feel his body head and you hated it. You hated how you could feel your heart beating faster and blood rushing to your face and that tingling feeling down your spine. You hated that you couldn't help but allow your eyes to drift down to his lips, which soon broke into a smile.

"If I didn't know better I'd assume you were thinking about kissing me," he replied with a coy smile.

At this you quickly became flustered and clicked your tongue, turning away in annoyance.

"But I do know better, you do know I'm trained to analyse body language," he laughed a little in amusement at your actions.

"Shut up," you snapped, pushing the door open before slamming it behind you, starting to storm back to your office, in an even more foul mood and still flustered when you heard him call out after you.

"So you don't want that kiss then?" he teased and despite your better judgement you flung the door open, glaring at him in annoyance.

"Doesn't mean I've forgiven you though."