Trust the Doc: Doc Scratch x Reader

Doc Scratch x Reader
by DementeDxACE


You find yourself sitting in his study again. Everything is green, just like the rest of this divine place. Like a god, but nothing close. It's fake, he's a fraud, he's a puppet. He's only a toy, but he knows everything. He sees everything, and he really knows how to treat a guest in his home.

Taking another scottie dog, you scoff. If he's just a toy, what does it make you if you feel you're losing yourself around him?

You straighten up, and pat down your suit pants as you hear the door click.

"My apologies for being late Miss/Mr. (l/n). I knew I would be, and I knew you would be okay with it."

You really wanted to smack him. Smack that dumb cue ball looking white helmet from his head and push him down. He looked so stupid with it anyways. What was he even trying to hide? Was he ugly or something? Did his face resemble the back side of a baboon?

You snicker, that's certainly a thought.

"Goodness, you're full of ideas tonight. I, however, regret to inform you that my face is hardly close to resembling the rear of a baboon. That is not any business of yours though. Inquiring about my face is not why you're here. I'll save my own questions seeing as I already have the answers, but I will still answer yours as you go."

Right, you were here for a reason other than simmering in the disbelief that you actually possibly like this nearly omniscient prick. You're a mob boss, and in that position, you have a duty to your territory. Spades has been getting far too high in the ranks. His crew is moving in on yours and you will not stand for it. You will even seek the help of Scratch if it means taking back the upper hand. You won't ever forgive Spades for the time he stabbed you in the back, literally, and you plan to return the favor at all costs.

"Alright then, what the hell am I supposed to do, Doc? He's somehow getting stronger and I don't even know how. He just managed to grab two of my territories in one night without hardly lifting a finger, and he took out like five of my men." You seethe, gritting your teeth and clenching your fists as you remember how easily you had been bested. It was infuriating.

"That really does sound like a problem for you." Scratch comments. "Perhaps you should just let him."

Your lips part in shock, and you whip around to face Scratch. He's kidding you. He's playing around, or joking, or something. That may not be his thing, but that has to be what he's doing.

"Excuse me?" You ask.

"Give up. You can't kill him, and that's the only way you're going to win."

Your shoulders drop for a moment, and all you can do is stare at him. Your eyes are wide. Your chest feels constricted, and you can't quite focus on anything. His words have hit like a ton of bricks. He just tells you the only possible way in such a simple manner, but you can't just give up. How can he tell you to just give up? He sees everything, he knows everything, so that means if he's telling you to give up, you really have no other way, and you just can't let yourself believe that even with the facts right in front of you.

Sneering in rage, you react without a thought. Rearing forward, you grab the front Scratch's shirt and jerk him back, following through. You push him against a wall, hard, and glare viciously at him as your face is mere inches away from his helmet, your tensed up muscles waiting for a chance to release your rage.

He knew though.

You take notice of the pistol barrel against your temple and narrow your eyes. Of course he knew you were going to do this. You probably even knew that he knew. You should have expected something like this if you attacked him in his own home.

You hear a 'click', and only slightly loosen your hold.

"I am an excellent host Miss/Mr. (l/n), but I will not stand for a rude guest causing trouble in my home. Do you understand?"

You clench your fist tightly again, and look down.

"How the fuck do you get away with telling me that I should just let my hard work and sacrifice for my territories go to waste?"

"You should be watching out for yourself. You live dangerously, and you may end up losing much more than just territory and underlings if you continue to go against Spades in your little games. I can see easily how badly you'll lose if you keep trying at the rate you're going." Scratch explains in a calm voice. He sounds rational, but you know you can take on Spades you've done it before.

"Yes, and you started this entire fight after he plunged a knife into your back. He just barely missed your spine, and do you know where that would have put you?"

You used to trust Spades. Love him maybe. You were always jealous of Snowman when they would fight until you could claim him as yours. You overestimated his feelings though. You were about as important to him as a toy. It's almost how you feel with Scratch as he manipulates your mind to do his bidding. The one difference is that Spades finished finding use in you and attempted to kill you.

It was perhaps lucky at that time that Scratch decided to appear. His distraction and use of a broom proved to make the perfect escape for you. Scratch finds ways to remind you too, his plays on your feeling of debt add to the manipulation. Then, despite all of this, you can't help but feel he's grown on you in a dangerous way.

"Why do you care if I live or die? What difference does my well being make to you Scratch. Tell me?"

In a wave of blurring movement, you find yourself turned and shoved against the wall where Scratch previously was. He lingers over you, holding your own collar up as he shoves himself against you. You stare at him, still slightly angry, but speechless.

"You are an insufferable brat that can't see a thing more than a few inches in front of your inferior human eyes. You're a terrible guest despite my excellent host skills. You show up without any warning but my own omniscient powers, sometimes battered and beaten. You only ever whine about Spades, and you eat all the damned scottie dogs."

"Hold on, I don't eat-"

"That is not the point. Why do you keep coming here? I already know, but you still seem to be as stupid about it as you possibly could. Why do I care about your dealings with the Midnight Crew? Why do you come here? Why did I show up at the exact time of your stabbing to beat the lights from Spades? Why do you make me so furious every time you visit only wanting to know things about him out loud when I can see what's hiding deep in your thoughts?"

Your mouth drops in awe as he continues to interrogate you. Every word hitting worse than the impact of one of Spade's knives. The gun to your head pumping adrenaline through your blood, your body heating up as Scratch pushes so close to you.

The thoughts aren't always buried so deeply. Sometimes they're right on the top of your head. Like before, as you were waiting for him. Has your talking about Spades been your own attempt at toying with this man you thought to be toying with you?

He lifts one of his gloved hands to your cheek, and lifts your face up to his helmet. Your heart beats rapidly, and you grimace. This bastard has no right to continue playing.

"Take it off." You growl.

He pushes the gun harder against your temple, but then removes it fully, packing it back into his holster.

"Why?"

"You're the omniscient one." You counter.

You can hear his snicker, before he removes both of his hands from you and places them to the bottom of his cue ball shaped helmet.

He lifts the piece off and you gape slightly.

He was handsome to say the least. A muscular face with a somewhat narrow chin. His features were very similar to that of a proper English gentleman. His almond shaped eyes are colored in a bright green that seem to glow, and are outlined by bright white lashes, they match the slicked back hair on top of his head. Not old white, but so white it looks unnatural, foreign. His skin is pale but his hair still makes such a stark contrast against it, and he has side burns. Yum.

You can't take your eyes off of him. (e/c) orbs locked onto his every shape and contour. You want to see every part of this new face. This face belonging to a being that you have so foolishly come to  lose strength for. Or is it really all that foolish? Why is he giving you that look?

You flick your eyes to meet with his bright green irises and he looks pained. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and his lips are pursed tightly into a frown. Emotions flash behind those eyes of his that you are seeing for the first time.

"Why do you look like that?" You ask.

He quirks a brow and leans closer.

"Don't play with me (y/n)."

That's the first time he's ever said your first name. The first time he hasn't referred to you as Miss/Mr. (l/n). It's strange, and it sends a pleasant feeling over you. You like that way it sounds on his tongue, his voice always coming from everywhere like a weird airy whisper.

"You told me to take the helmet off, and it is, and now I want you to finish your request. I've been an excellent host, and have waited for you to come this far on your own terms. I merely request you not make me wait any longer." He states with a tired manor.

You really do like him. He was there to help you when Spades threw you to the side. He's the one who has been helping you since the beginning. He even warned you to avoid in dealings with Spades, but you never listened. At least until now.

Taking his shirt lapels you pull him to you, smashing your lips against him as you meld to fit. His lips are just as eager against yours and you squeeze your fists until your knuckles are as white as his shirt. Only when you pull away are you able to find relief.

You can feel his soft breaths tickle your lips, but you can't look him in the eyes. This is like a punch to the gut, in a good sort of way, and you really don't know where to go next with this. You suppose deep down inside you could have guessed he liked you, but you didn't think to guess that.

You can feel a gloved hand tilt your chin up and you meet with Scratch's face. He is smiling softly, not snarky, or teasing, which you appreciate. Not being a know it all, but still knowing.

"We should probably get the preparations made then. I know you'll say yes, so let's plan for the up coming week? I usually don't kiss a lady/gentleman before a date, but this was a special case."

You find your breathlessness gone and scoff with a smirk.

"Alright then, it sounds like a wonderful plan. However, I do kiss before the first date if I like the person well enough, or in this case, omniscient being."

You grab one of his hands and kiss him, nipping at his lip before pulling away.

"Show me what it's like when you're in a relationship where there's trust." You whisper in his ear before turning away.