#Henrik von Schneeplestein x reader

[mothgodofchaos]

Twins

Ever decide to play god and accidentally make yourself two sons? Then immediately go “I’m a father! I must share this with my partner!” No? Maybe Henrik is just built different then.

Mad Scientist!Henrik x GN!Reader, TW: neck injury (Anti’s throat slit) Words: 1080

Henrik had promised to show you something he had been working on today, and you decided to bring along a cake and champagne to celebrate. You know that he’s been working really hard, but it does concern you how on your calls recently, he’s seemed a little more, sporadic. But there isn’t really a nice gentle way to go “hey, I think you might need to touch some grass, your evil cackle lasted a whole ninety seconds”. The other thing that’s been killing you is that he has absolutely refused to tell or show you what he’s been working on. Something about “ruining the surprise” when waiting the majority of a year for this hasn’t been making you go crazy over it.

“Are you going to tell me what it is yet, Henrik?”

“Not yet, meine Leibe. Although I zhink you vearing blue is very fitting.”

“What does the blue have to do with anything?”

“You’ll see~!”

He’s driving you out to somewhere, the cake in your lap and the champagne between your feet. Large fields stretch out on either side of the long country road, grain moving like waves in the wind. Off in the distance, you spot what looks like a warehouse on a hill.

“Is that where we’re going?”

“Yes. Can’t be doing vhat I’ve been doing near zhe city.”

More concern. But the suspense of finding out takes your attention again. When you pull up, he insists you leave the food in the car. He pulls out his key ring from his belt, scanning a card and opening the knob with a click.

Walking in, it’s dark with a few glowing fluids in test tubes offering their soft luminescence to fight away the blackness. He flips on a few lights, and in front of you a mad scientist’s laboratory comes into view. Jars of weird specimens sit on shelves that don’t sit quite right. Lab coats with questionable stains hang on hooks on the wall. And most importantly, a giant steel vault door stands on the opposite side of the room.

“Henrik… what’s behind that door…”

“Your surprise! You vill love it.”

Somehow, you doubt that. Henrik takes your hand, eagerly pulling you over to the door and punching in the code, briefly letting go to turn the large wheel lock. The door hisses as the pressure releases, a cold mist pooling around your feet. Once it’s cleared, you see two large test tubes, with two beings floating in them.

“Surprise! Ve’re parents!!”

“WHAT-“

Henrik practically skips over to the large vats, oxygen masks covering their mouths as they float motionless in the liquid. One is significantly taller than the other, stitches covering his body. The shorter one seems, not quite human, yet is about human sized. Something about him seems a little too sharp, and bandages cover his neck.

“What- what on Earth did you do!?”

“Well, I vanted to make just one son. But zhen two sprung up from my experiments. So, tvins!”

“Be grateful I love you because otherwise I would call the cops…”

“I have no doubts!”

Henrik kisses your cheek as he walks past you, reaching for a valve on the wall. He turns it, and the liquid starts draining from the tubes. All you can do is watch as they slump on the floors of their confinements, starting to blink awake as Henrik presses another button.

“Let’s hope zhey’ll be on zheir best behavior.”

The shorter one is the first one to take off his mask, teleporting out of the tube and stumbling into a table as he tries to stabilize himself.

“Anzhony, I haven’t dried you off yet. Get back in and you’ll be less vet.”

“Shit… right…”

He stumbles back in, using the door this time as Henrik presses another button, a high speed fan blow drying your two “sons”. The taller one takes off his mask, punching the door and shattering it before stepping out.

“Now zhat vas unnecessary…”

“Sorry…”

Anthony stumbles out again, scratching at the bandages on his neck as he nearly collides with his brother.

“Anzhony, vatch your step. You nearly ran into Robbie.”

“He’ll be fine, he’s like a fuckin’ brick wall.”

Robbie grunts in agreement, setting a hand on Anthony’s shoulder to stabilize him.

“T’anks…”

“So how does one “accidentally” create two sons…?”

“Oh! I vas trying to build Robbie over zhere, but zhe spirits from zhe bodies I was using weren’t happy. So zhey kind of, combined togezher and possessed one I had not dissected yet. Poor Irish lad zhat got his throat slit.”

“That explains the accent. But he isn’t trying to kill you, despite the spirits being angry?”

“He tried once, before his system settled.”

“That’s less comforting than I think you realize.”

Henrik only laughs as you process this. Anthony rubs his temples, still a little woozy from just waking up. Robbie, the giant that he is, just seems to tower over you, observing. The three of you are escorted back out into the main lab by Henrik, and his comment from the car finally clicks.

“You were making a gender reveal party joke.”

“Oh good, I vas zhinking of the right zhing.”

That gets a laugh out of Robbie, who rummages through a locker for something. He passes Anthony a hoodie and ripped jeans, putting on a striped shirt and sweatpants himself. If you didn’t know better, you’d say they look just like teen boys, spare the extra features.

“Huh, I really am a parent now. Well, does anyone want cake?”

“OH FUCK YEAH!”

That’s the most energetic you’ve seen Anthony this far, even surprising his brother with how fast of a turn around he managed.

“Easy, don’t need you hyped up on sugar, Ants.”

“Big ol’ zombie afraid of a demon lad?”

“I could throw you out that window right now.”

“Boys.”

The three of you turn to see Henrik sipping out of a coffee mug, somehow already looking like a tired father.”

“Sorry…”

“Zhat’s better. Let’s go get cake.”

You all sit in the back of Henrik’s truck, laughing as you catch up the boys on what life out in the outside world is like, popping the champagne and drinking out of beakers Henrik managed to scrounge out of storage. It’s a weird family to get used to, but you have zero qualms with it.

[alexthen3rd]

Hilariously enough, I spent most of the day sleeping cuz I was up late last night playing video games lol

I did eat some Dino Nuggies and had Chocolate Milk. I also started to watch all of the Jacksepticeye Ego Videos in order so I could make playlist for my brother so I can drag him with me when I obsess over new ego videos so I won't be alone anymore in my fangirling

A reminder to the JSE Community btw; Henrik has Children. Literally in his first video he says that he has kids plural. More than one.

Just something to think about.

I am Officially 21!

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

[drebur123]

Family Gatherings | Dr. Schneep X Reader

Family Gatherings | Dr. Schneep X Reader

Prompt: Family Gathering (real original title, I know.)

Day: 6/25

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You arrive at the door to the Septic's house where the five roommates, Marvin, Schneep, Jameson, Anti, and Chase live. Marvin is holding a meetup for the Holidays, and you were first on the invite list due to you being one of the closet people to the five. The six of you practically grew up together having all met in grade school. 

You knock on the door and Chase answers it. "Y/n~!" He exclaims, opening his arms for a hug. You happily accept his offer, wrapping your arms around him just as he did you.

After pulling away he lets you in. "So, guess what?" He says in an excited tone. "Stacy is bringing by the kids today!" You practically gasp. "Really?" As if on cue, Stacy's car pulls up in front of the house. 

"There they are!" Chase states, pointing out the still opened door. "Then go see them. You can talk to me later," you say, giving him a light push out the door. You turn to go find another one of the Septic's to say hi to.

As you wander into the house you notice that there are a few of the Iplier's there too, such as Wilford and The Host. Everyone seem to be caught up in a conversation besides Dr. Schneep. 

Schneep has never been a conversationalist but tonight he looks off. He has his head in his hands, with a particularly sad expression painted across his face. You look towards the dining table where Schneep sits, calling out to him. "Hey, Schneep."

He looks around, eventually meeting eyes with you. He smiles and gives a small wave of acknowledgment before returning to his zoned-out state. You approach him, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to regain his attention. 

"Mind if I sit next to you?" He simply shrugs, moving over to give you room to slide into the seat next to him. "Are you good?" You ask as soon as your seated. "Vhat do you mean?" He asks in a very heavy German accent.

"Well, you look awfully sad." He looks up to lock eyes with you again. "Vhat makes you think zat?"

"You don't have to be a doctor to know something's off," you reply. Schneep hums, slouching over in his seat slightly leaning on the table. "Eh, it doesn't really matter." You lightly crease your eyebrows continuing to push for an answer. 

"Come on Henrik, you can tell me." There's a pause before Schneep answers. 

"I'm lonely," He claims in a defeated tone. "Why do you say that?" You ask. "I don't know. I just feel like I don't have anyone to lean on. Like look at Chase and his kids or Jameson and his girlfriend. Zen look at me. Some odd doctor nobody zinks about until zeir phone reminds zem of zeir next appointment."

"Well, I'm here for you, Schneep." He nods, his eyes returning to the floor. "I know, but you have your own life and your own relationships to worry about. I don't want to interfere with zat." You shake your head no.

"Don't be silly. Besides my job I don't have much of a social life either," you claim. Schneep frowns. "I sough you were dating that Jared guy," he states. "No, no. Him and I broke up a few months ago," you reply. 

"Oh. I'm sorry about zat," Schneep says. "Don't be. He was gross," You state as Henrik makes an O shape with his mouth. "Wow, we really haven't talked in a bit. We should go get coffee sometime or something." Schneep cracks a small smile. 

"Really?"

[asherranceoftheheart]

Heya! Decided to try and get the writing muscles stretched out after the short break.

I want to write more for the Jacksepticeye egos, some yandere stuff?, And maybe even reader x character stories. Also planning on writing some more for the game Glitched so look out for that too!

Send me some prompts if you guys want!

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Side blog: @antisepticeye-simp @pigeon-detector @mostdefinitelyjackieboyman @darkiplier-simp

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

Yandere stuff

Polyamory stuff

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Fantasy AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Semi spicy/suggestive stuff

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

MHA fans

Harry Potter fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating.)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Watersports

Scat

Heavy pet play

Parent kinks

Heavy breeding kink

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

JK Rowling supporters/defenders

FANDOMS:

(Some of this is dead dove, be aware)

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Murdock:

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Wilford Warfstache:

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Illinois Jones:

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1

Heist! Mark:

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Mayor Damien:

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Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 5 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)

Welcome home, Part 6 (Darkiplier x reader||TW: MURDER/IMPLIED LIGHT VIOLENCE)

Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Annus:

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Bingiplier:

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The God of Night:

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The Necromancer:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Henrik Von Schneeplestein:

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Ethan Nestor's' egos

Blank gameplays:

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Unus:

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Mad Mike:

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Five Nights At Freddy's

PSA: Don't touch Freddy. please./j

Michael Afton:

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Michael Schmidt (Movies):

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Jeremy Fitzgerald:

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Vanessa (Games):

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Vanessa (Movies):

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William Afton (Games):

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William Afton (Movies):

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Henry Emily:

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I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[sardonic-the-writer]

━"Klutz"

━Tw: Injuries and mentions of medical equipment

━Notes: Self indulgent fic becuase lord knows I get new injuries everyday.

━Song: "bedroom community" By glass beach

Henrik sighed as he watched you sheepishly smile at him.

He was getting used to seeing you like this; timidly swinging your feet off the examination table, avoiding eye contact with his blue eyes as you laughed nervously.

A bandage was wrapped over your head as if resembling an over eggagarated injury from old cartoons, like you had gotten hit on top of the head with a comicaly sized wooden mallet. It would have been funny if not for the small brown bloodstains littering the gauze's surface.

Bruises lined what was exposed of your legs, a few spunky bandaids scattered here and there that he hadn't remembered using. It reminded the doctor standing in front of you that you only came to him for the serious injuries. Who knows what you attempted to patch up behind closed doors.

"(Y/n) zis is your fifth visit to mein clinic zis veek." Henrik adjusted his glasses sternly, sharp accent making you wince. But the smile still remained on your face, refusing to let anyone see you as anything but carefree right now.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it doc. I'm gonna live forever." You waved it off, the swaying of your feet off the side of the table getting faster out of anxiety. Henrik noticed that, raising an eyebrow silently.

"Not accortingt to zese test results you arent."

"What?!"

"Only joking." He smiled slightly before becoming stony again. You huffed.

"But seriously you need to schtart being more kareful. I don't know how many more times I can take patching you up only fur you to run back in here an hour later vith anozer injury."

You gave him the same speech you always did. That you were fine, it was just a scratch, you always bounced right back up again, you had survived worse ect ect. He responded with his own speech, one you've heard almost as many times as he's heard yours. The only difference was that it enlisted a lot more medical talk and an exasperated tone.

"-und don't make me get Jackie or Sean about zis (Y/n). You know zey vill tie you down to your bed und never let you leafe again if zey finds out how much you'fe been getting hurt." A finger was pointed threatening at you. You could tell he meant it too, the downturn of his lips and worried glint in his eyes giving him away.

"All I did was climb a tree." You whined.

A beat of silence. Henrik looked unimpressed.

"Okay maybe Chase told me to jump from it so he could get a cool shot for his video, but it was only becuase no one else would do it!"

"Mein god I am goingkt to kill zat man." He ran a hand down his masked face. Taking a deep breath or two before speaking again, Henrik attempted to collect himself.

"(Y/n). Ve are all vorried about you. Efen if some of us don't schow it as vell as ozers, ve're noticing jchust how much you're getting hurt."

You knew he was talking about Anti when he mentioned how some of his brothers had trouble caring for you, but you were far to entranced in Henriks gaze to remind yourself to tease the glitch about that later.

His tone had softened now, as well as the discipline in his posture. The doctor seemed a lot more vulnerable. Almost pleading with you.

He was also a lot closer to you than a moment ago.

"I mean-" It felt like trying to swallow a lump of cotten in your throat as you spoke. You didn't dare to break your staring contest with him now

"I can try Henrik."

The tension lifted, worry lines all but dissapearing from Henriks face as he relaxed. A soft smile broke out onto his face, mask now dangling from one of his ears haphazardly.

"Zank you liebling. Zat is all I ask."

Instead of moving back now you watched as he seemed to hesitate in his motions. Looking down at you with an urge in his eyes, it made your pulse quicken. Which was funny considering you could make a joke about blood pressure in a doctors office right now. You decided it wasn't the time.

But he had stepped back so fast you thought youd imagined it.

"I'll see you at dinner. Hopefully nine sooner." Henrik was now holding open the door to his office, clearing his throat and looking at you from afar.

It took you a minute to regroup. Mumbled a thanks at him, you half heartedly grabbed a lollipop from one of the cups on his desk as you passed on the way out. For some reason you felt disappointed walking out of the room and into a brightly lit hallway, although you didn't see any reason why.

Henrik watched you walk off down the hall, candy stick poking out of the side of your lips.

He sighed.

Oh how he wished he had kissed you.

[lonelyrosegold]

The cooler side

Warning: none just fluff

Note: I wrote this with chase in mind but I realized at the end that it can be read as any of the septic egos so enjoy i guess

Also this is unedited cause I don't edit things ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"What the hell you doing down there?"

Well there's worst ways to wake up, you buried yourself in to the duvet before reluctantly opening your eyes to look at the confused face of your boyfriend

Shuffling around to lay on your back while still staying snug in the dovet "yes?"

"Why are you sleeping this way?"

The way he is referring to is at the foot of the bed, to be more specific your turned around so your head is at the foot

"It got hot up there so I moved" you replied, closing your eyes hopeful to get back to sleep before you have to get up for the day

"but thats the foot of the bed" gesturing to his own feet that sit a little ways away from your face "Says who?, who in the world decided that there was a foot side and a head side?" You replied in a tired spiel, he snorts a bit at this

"Well the headbord is over here for one" he counters back

"Well not all beds have headbords sweetheart, it really a choice to have one or not" you move the blanket to cover your face in a dramatic fashion " well I'll give you that one but I still don't like the idea of sleeping where dirty feet lie"

You quickly remove the blanket from your face "Are you saying you don't clean your feet before going to bed?!"

"Well no bu-" you pop up to smack your pillow in his face "YOU NASTY" he grabs the pillow from you and gives you a good wrack back before putting the pillow back down

"I wear house shoes so my feet usually don't get dirty unlike someone who refuses to wear even socks at home"

"I don't like how they feel" you replie as you scrunch back up under the blanket away from the cold morning air

"I understand that's why I don't say anything" he leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips "but. . ."

"But?"

"I still don't understand why your sleeping at the end of the bed"

You let out a loud tired groan as you throw the blanket back "Then come lay over here and find out" you say as you pat the now open spot next to you " mmmm, fine" he move his pillow next to your and lays down while you throw the blanket over him, cuddle up to his chest he wraps his arm around you and puts his chin on your head

"Nice isn't it" you say, he pulls you in a little more "only cause your here" he says closing his eyes to finally go back to sleep

"Told you so" you give him a kiss and fall back asleep

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[mothgodofchaos]

.... anything with iris chase I'll take it

(Imma stay anonymous but u probably know who I am😔/hj)

Reunion

I totally have no idea who you are at all. The mystery of your identity will haunt me forevermore. /s

In other news, here's the second part to the Ghost!Chase storyline.

Ghost!Chase x GN!Reader, TW: grief, death, funeral mention Words: 703

You’re nervous knocking on this door, partially due to you not being sure if you’re gonna be able to keep your footing if you’re shoved out of the way to get to Chase. You let out a big sigh, deciding to ring the doorbell instead, holding tightly onto Chase’s hand. He looks just as nervous, looking at the house he once lived in before he went missing. 

“Not much has changed…”

“Maybe not on the outside, but no one is the same they were when you were still around. You’ll notice, really quickly.”

Marvin answers the door, smiling at you before the ghostly glow of his brother catches his eye, making him step back in disbelief.

“...Chase!?”

“Hi…-”

Marvin is quick to scoop Chase into his arms, nearly sobbing at the sight of his little brother coming home after so long of him being missing.

“Come in! I gotta tell t’e ot’er boys!”

Before you can even say anything, you’re unceremoniously pulled into the house. Marvin sprints off to the back of the house, yelling for the others to come out of their rooms. You manage to get Chase to sit down with you, holding his hand to try and settle him a little before the wall of emotions comes back. Henrik is the next one out, in absolute disbelief and with a medical kit in hand. His heart drops when he sees the state Chase is in, realizing there is not a single thing in his kit that can help his baby brother. 

“Oh Brüderlein…"

His hug to Chase is a lot softer, checking him over for any obvious injuries, possible causes of death. Chase just lets himself be moved, using his other hand to wipe his tears. Henrik is quick to wipe the tears away with a tissue, frowning at seeing him like this.

“Vhat happened, Chase?”

“I got grabbed… it was quick, but-”

“Who.”

Chase is silent, only continuing once you squeeze his hand.”

“Your old job. The IRIS facility.”

There’s a fire that ignites in Henrik’s eyes that you’ve never witnessed before, and he has to let go of Chase to redirect it so as to not injure his brother’s ghostly hands. Marvin walks in with Jameson and Jackie, who just stand there silently. You realize they heard it too, as Marvin’s tattoos begin glowing and Jackie’s eyes to match.

“Hey, woah woah woah. No angies in the house, I’m not having you guys wreck your house again. We can go break his body out later, but right now, he needs you. He’s been wandering for years and I only found him because he finally found his grave.”

Your hands go out to placate the increasingly more agitated superpowered brothers, hoping to bring them back to the current reality. 

“Wait- he’s not even buried t’ere!?”

“T’ose police bastards…”

Jameson grabs Marvin’s hands to stop any spite hexes, as Jackie moves to Chase, picking him up off the couch in an almost suffocating hug.

“We missed you, little dude. Yer room is t’e same as it always was. None o’ us could bear t’ change it.”

“Can I see it? Please?”

Jackie is quick to put him down, placing a hand on Chase’s back to lead him back to his room. Jameson follows shortly after them, as Marvin sits down on the floor next to the wall, holding his head in his hands.

“I can’t believe we buried an empty casket…”

“Hey, we couldn’t have known. It’s okay. They tricked us. But we’ll get his body back. He told me they wanted it to be a vessel for something, so if they succeeded, his body is still intact.”

“I hate t’ break it t’ ye, but if t’ey succeeded, I t’ink whatever is inside him has squatters rights at t’is point.”

“Eh. Who cares. If we give those bastards the same treatment, it’ll have plenty of vessels to choose from.”

Marvin cheers up a little, giving you a fist bump.

“Alright, let’s get ‘im all settled in. I’ll see what I can do about t’e whole ghost t’ing, but ye just stay fer him. I know he needs you.”

“He needs all of us, Marv.”

“True, but don’t discount yerself.”

[todtart]

at my best (henrik x reader)

Notes: not my first attempt at a henrik fic but this will be the first time ive shared one lol. i tried to make his speech kinda how germans talk in english cuz i lived in a german-speaking area for a while, so if the grammar is weird or something, thats the reason. a little bit of angst but super fluffy ending WC: 4k

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Your blood tests came back a little odd. After receiving the news, you were scheduled quickly for another appointment, where you and your doctor would decide how to proceed. It was likely he would want to perform more tests, meaning more blood draws. Henrik knew it took a lot out of you when you got your blood drawn, but he also knew you were perseverant, and thus reluctantly confirmed your suspicions.

"Most of the blood was used on the tests regarding your allergies and your white blood cell count. We will need more to perform other, more specific tests regarding your gut health," he explained, his hands still covered in latex despite the fact that he didn't need to examine you this appointment. "Do you know when you'll be free for another blood draw?"

"Uh... I have to leave for a trip the weekend after next. Can we do it before then?"

"Certainly. I'll make the time," he said with a tiny wink that barely showed over his blue mask.

You chuckled, ignoring how your cheeks tingled.

"How, um, how long will you be gone?" He asked as he set aside his clipboard.

"Just for the weekend, three days, two nights. Why?"

"I have a... a function, I'm to attend," he said, almost reluctant in tone. "I was hoping you might... accompany me."

You stared at him a moment.

"Really?" You asked.

"Robbie might be joining us too. It's more casual than it sounds, I assure you," he said with a small laugh.

Relief and disappointment washed over you, and a smile broke across your face. It wasn't a date, as much as you hoped for one, even though you dreaded the pounding heart of him touching you for any other reason than his job. Robbie would be a good buffer in either case; he was a very entertaining man.

"Alright. How's the dress-wear for this event?" You asked, leaning inwards to him.

The doctor's room was small, and though you sat across the room from him while he leant on his counter, you could reach out your arm and touch his hip if you wanted.

"Hmm.. clean and well-dressed, but not... suits and gowns, if you see what I say," he said, tugging at his mask as he contemplated his words.

"Got it."

You saw him once more before your trip, when you came back in for the blood tests. A nurse lead you to a familiar room, sat you down in your usual chair, and pierced your arm with a thick-looking needle. She wiggled it back and forth until dark, brownish blood flowed into the plastic tube. You winced.

She asked if you were alright, and as usual, the illusion of free choice led you to the answer of 'yes'. Just barely. Your veins were dry, they said, and it took a lot to get a little out of you. It left you lightheaded, your vision and stomach swirling like a plane dropping fifty feet.

You stood a little too soon; you knew that even before you stood, but you needed to get back home to pack your bags, and you couldn't afford to dilly-dally. You stumbled out of your chair and past the nurse, but ended up tripping over a footstool.

Before you could crash onto the white linoleum floor, large hands caught you by your shoulders, supporting your falling weight on a chest. The air was pushed out of your lungs, and looking up didn't help your breathlessness.

"Careful there, schatz," said Henrik, gently setting you back on your feet. He turned to the nurse. "Did the blood go alright?"

"Yeah, everything's good," she chirped with a tight smile.

You couldn't help but think you'd done something wrong; maybe your blood wasn't watery enough. That wasn't really your fault, was it?

When you came back to yourself, Henrik's eyes were back on you, blue as the latex gloves that rested on your shoulders, heavy from his fingers digging in. Firm, but not rough.

"You didn't eat this morning, did you?" He asked.

"No, of course not," you mumbled. You'd gone through enough blood draws to know not to eat beforehand.

"Good. But I recommend you eat now. I think.." he paused a moment, "... I think we must have something in the breakroom."

"O – oh, I don't wanna trouble you, I have food at home," you laughed nervously. Your face was already warm enough––you didn't need to spend more time in public.

He shook his head, tutted, and quieted your protests.

"It is no trouble, at all," he said rather sternly, his brow sharp as he peered over his mask. "I have another patient right now, but spend as much time as you need there. Eat whatever you want. If anyone asks what you are doing..." he clicked his tongue and winked, "tell them I sent you. Alright?"

He patted your shoulder, waiting for you to agree, like you had a choice.

You, of course, nodded.

"Very good." His eyes crinkled––a telltale sign of the smile you rarely saw.

He darted off to his next patient before you could respond, leaving you alone in the blood draw room. You still needed to pack, but you figured you had enough time to shake yourself out of your daze and have a bite to eat.

+

You returned from your trip with a suitcase twice as heavy as the one you took with you. You'd gone shopping a couple times, and with Henrik's invitation coming to fruition, you couldn't help but buy something nice. Even if it wasn't a special occasion, you wanted to look nice. Your intentions, however, were not geared towards your own satisfaction; most of your reasoning stemmed from the fact that you wanted Henrik to notice you. He always noticed you of course, but maybe he'd see the quiet excitement brimming around you in his presence.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, all dressed up and clean, felt like flying when you remembered what you were about to do. As you fixed up the last details of your appearance, you imagined how he'd react. Anything would do as long as he didn't ignore your outfit.

Muffled words sounded from behind your front door before someone knocked, alerting you that it was now time to leave. You quickly finished what you were doing and ran to the door, grabbing your shoes, wallet, and phone as you did.

"Hello, (Y/N)," Henrik said with a smile undisguised by a mask.

It always caught your breath when you could see his lips. His clothes, too––you hadn't thought of it before, but you'd never seen him in a suit. It matched well with him; with his dark-rimmed glasses, with his black suit resting upon broad shoulders, with the silver chain pin on his lapel.

"Evening," you chuckled. "Shall we go?"

He stared at you a moment before saying, "uh, yes. Certainly. We shall."

He turned and offered his arm to you, which after a moment of quiet surprise, you gently took. Even through his suit jacket you could feel his warmth.

"I ordered a cab for us. Robbie will be waiting inside," he said as he led you to the curb.

Sure enough, as you scooted in opposite of Henrik, you were met with the sight of Robbie fidgeting in his nice slacks. He looked up when you sat down, though, and grinned at the sight of you.

"Friend!" He said, his fingers and toes curling in excitement.

"Hi, Robbie," you chuckled sweetly, your cheeks flushed as you felt Henrik's heated gaze on you.

"I'll likely have Robbie wear a mask tonight," he said, adjusting his jacket. "Just to avoid too many questions." He then interrupted himself to inform the driver that three of you were ready to leave.

You glanced out the window, watching your home disappear behind bushes and other houses. Being in a cab backwards––your eyes facing the road behind you, your back to the road ahead––could make you queasy at times.

Hopefully the drive wouldn't be long.

The sun had fully set by the time you arrived. Other attendees in cabs and cars were arriving as well, dressed in sleek, modern clothing that outlined body types the rich were expected to uphold. You fit a little odd amongst them, but Henrik once more offered his arm as you stepped out of the cab.

"If you're feeling anxious, and I know you are," he murmured beneath his breath, "just remember I'll be leaving as soon as I can. If you happen to enjoy yourself, however... I'll consider staying longer. But only if you want to."

"How gentlemanly of you."

"Always. You are my date, after all."

You could find no response in your brain. Instead you turned your attention to Robbie, who walked a few paces ahead of you, a sterile, white mask covering most of his face. When he got the door, the security guards stopped him. Henrik hurried over with you in hand.

"Gute nacht, I am the good doctor, he is with me," he said, grabbing Robbie's wrist to prevent him from running off.

The guard looked from Henrik, to you, and back to Robbie.

"You're only allowed to have one guest."

Henrik stared at him for two seconds before saying, "they're my patients," and promptly leaving afterwards.

You attempted to stammer out some sort of apology or explanation to the guards, but the three of you were soon lost in the crowd, too far to be heard by the men. Your awkwardness turned into laughter once you realized they weren't following after you.

"Are you allowed to do that?" You asked in a hushed voice tainted by your smile.

"What are they going to do? Arrest me for being a good doctor and taking care of my patients?" He said, his grin a little too satisfied.

"You're lucky we're both actually your patients."

The venue was a renovated cabaret, with a small stage and a seating area for the audience composed of chairs around circular tables. Unlike most cabarets, this one was well-lit, revealing just how many people were attending the event.

You tugged on Henrik's sleeve.

"You still haven't told me why we're here," you murmured, all too aware of how close you had to stand to him.

"Oh, they're... giving me some phony award," he said, quick to brush off his own words.

You, however, were not. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, wondering what was wrong.

"Wait, what? What award?"

"It's just a thing for epidemiology. It doesn't mean anything. I only was able to contribute because," he was speaking slower now, anxiously running his palms up and down his trousers, "because Robbie's skin is very... unique. And it does not hurt him if I take sections of it to work with."

"You take sections of his skin off??"

"That's not important right now," he said, hushing you as a man walked up onto the stage, garnering the attention of the crowded room.

As he began his speech, the lights in the crowd dimmed, leaving only the stagelights. You stared for only a moment before growing bored, looking around, and eventually landing on the table of drinks and food at the back of the room.

"I'm going to get us some drinks," you said, and patted his arm. "What do you like?"

"Umm... any red wine, if they have it."

"Got it."

Robbie trailed after you, but you didn't notice till you turned back around, two glasses in hand. You jumped and very nearly dropped the drinks. Fortunately, he was occupied scanning the vast array of snack items. Quietly you asked if he was alright; he gave a soft hum and nodded vaguely.

Before you could make it back to where Henrik was standing at the edge of the room, you nearly bumped into yet another person, this time a tall man you didn't recognize.

"Oh!" He side-stepped out of your way. "Careful there, love."

British accent. Pretty, but not entirely your thing. Even though this man did have a sharp jawline.

"Sorry," you chuckled sheepishly. "I didn't spill any on you, did I?"

"No, quite alright. What's your name? I don't think I've seen you at one of these events before," he said, tilting his head to the side curiously.

You had to say––you hated to say––that his attention was welcome in the absence of Henrik's attention. Henrik was off in his own head tonight, anxious and preoccupied. He probably wouldn't mind if you did generally your own thing. Besides, you rarely met anyone at parties. You needed to take the chance when it was given to you.

"Oh, uh.. I'm (Y/N), I'm just here with a friend. He's a doctor." You paused. "Not that that means anything, I don't know if it does. He didn't tell me much of what's going on."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows. "It's quite an event. Only happens once every three years, it's uh.. presented by a school in London. Who's your friend, then?"

"Umm..." you looked around the room, and upon finding no familiar face, your eyes darted up and past the stage.

Your gaze returned like lightning when you realized the second person on the stage was actually Henrik, glowing in the golden stagelights, and staring directly at you. An expression of bitterness pulled at his brow.

"... there," you said with a tiny wince, and pointed to the stage.

"Your friend's the one getting the award?! And he didn't even tell you that's what he's here for?" The man laughed, though you knew it wasn't out of malice, and he kept it below the usual murmuring of the crowd.

Henrik, however, looked about ready to kill.

"He just said he was forced to attend something," you mumbled, your heart sinking deeper and deeper. Was he mad at you?

Only a few minutes later he left the stage, the veins in his hands bulging as he gripped the medal. He didn't bother returning to you either; he left the room almost immediately, disappearing behind the large double doors of the theater.

"I – I'm sorry, I need to go check on him," you stuttered out, leaving before you got a proper your response

You only heard him distantly say, "no trouble, love."

The fuzzy murmurs of the crowd were muted immediately as the doors closed behind you, making way for your footsteps to echo like crystals off the lonely walls. You caught the tail end of Henrik's footsteps, and followed him where he turned into a bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

When you called his name, he didn't turn to you. You hurried onwards.

In the pale, fluorescent lights of the bathroom, each of the imperfections were overly visible in the mirrors. At the far end of the tiled room, the door to the handicap stall was left ajar. The tip of Henrik's shoe just barely poked out from the doorframe.

"Henrik?" You repeated, this time softer. Your heels clacking on the floor were far too loud. "Are you alright?"

A stifled sniff came from him, but he said nothing. Was he... crying?

"Are you sitting on the floor?" You asked.

"Yes," he said, his voice breaking before he cleared his throat. "What of it?"

"Most people don't sit on the floor when they go to the bathroom."

A dry laugh coughed out from between his chapped lips, and you watched as his hand came up to rub his face, returning wet and covered with tears.

To hell with it, you thought, and stepped past the doorframe, locking the two of you in a private room. There you scooted to sit on your knees in front of him, dropping your jacket to the floor. Past the shadows of his brow in the stark light, you found tired, red eyes.

"Henrik, what happened?" You murmured, shifting slightly closer.

"Nothing." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, catching tears with his thumb before they fell. "Nothing happened."

You gave him a moment to elaborate; people often spilled their secrets if they were met with a quiet listener, but he didn't say a thing.

"I know you pretty well, now," you said. "You've been to my house lots, I've been to yours once." You watched as his shoulders sagged. "You don't get upset over nothing."

"God damn it," he hissed out, hiding his face in his hands. "I hate when I do this."

"Do what?" You shifted again, this time taking your place at his side, leant against the bathroom door.

"Get all... worked up over something stupid, then blow my casket on something even more stupid."

"I know you were nervous about the award," you said quietly, staring off at the checkered tiles. "I know it means a lot to you after everything that's happened, or at least I think it does. What's the... other thing?"

"It's so stupid," he groaned, but his words only caused his breathing to get heavy again, followed by hiccups as he lost his breath.

"It's not stupid. It's bothering you for a reason. You're a logical man, most of the time," you chuckled. "You aren't senseless."

"Aren't I?" He finally looked up at you.

"Henrik."

"I think I am!! I am losing my entire mind, I saw you talking to one person and I lost total control of my emotions!" He threw his hands up into the air, gesticulating wildly. "God -" another sob came on, "even at my best I can't win your affection."

Your breath stopped till you let it all out in one soft chuckle.

"You were jealous?"

His expression paled.

"I mean, it's understandable. You're receiving an award you’re nervous and proud of, and the person you brought with you as support was... paying attention to the wrong person," you said with a sigh. "I'm sorry, Henrik."

"No, no... it's not your fault," he mumbled, letting his head thunk back against the wall. "I am an idiot for carrying hope so long."

You stared at the shadow of his jawline, at his red-rimmed eyes and the rainbow from fluorescent lights in the lense of his glasses.

"You know you don't need to 'win' my affection," you said quietly.

He turned to you with wide eyes.

"What?" He asked, as though he hadn't heard you the first time.

"You could've asked. Did you ever think of just asking me on a date?"

He glanced aside.

"... no," he admitted reluctantly.

"Henrik," you laughed, "for being one of the smartest people I know, you sure are daft."

He glared at you, but all the venom in his eyes had fallen as tears, leaving only the core of his persons. And, at his core, he wanted to help others. He had simple desires.

"It doesn't matter now," you said, reaching forward to take his hand. You fidgeted with his fingers. "Do you want to go home?"

He drew in a shaky sigh, and nodded.

"Yes," he said, taking a moment to clear his head. "Let us find Robbie and go."

Soon, the three of you were back out on a street curb, waiting for a cab to pick you up amongst the chirping crickets and still air. As you stood there in wait, you took the honorific medal out of Henrik's hand, and tucked it into his breast pocket so it stuck partway out. Thus it showcased the golden bronze wreath encircling the enscription. You smiled up at him once it was settled, and he chuckled softly.

"Danke," he said quietly.

"Bitte."

This time when you climbed into the car, you sat beside Henrik, and Robbie sat across from you, off in his own world past the tinted windows. Henrik once more gave the proper address, and as the car rumbled down the gravel road he turned to you.

"I didn't get the chance to say this," Henrik began in a murmur, "but you do look beautiful tonight."

A smile immediately softened your face.

"You look beautiful, too."

He chuckled, but he knew you meant it. You always did.

He timidly suggested you stay the night at his house, to which he was loudly backed up by Robbie. At that point you didn't have much of a choice––not that you would've denied his request––so you accepted with a giggle, and followed Henrik where he led you.

Eventually you entered his room, a sleek, mostly-black bedroom that was surely one of the largest in the house. He went immediately to his closet.

"You'll need a change of clothes, yes? I do not think you will sleep well in that."

"Oh, uh... probably not," you mumbled, suddenly aware of how warm your face was getting.

You hadn't thought about the idea of wearing his clothes, but now that you were, you couldn't get it out of your head.

"Here, I have a, um, black turtleneck, that is rather soft," he said, straining to reach a hanger that he eventually handed to you. "It is an old thing."

While he began to disrobe, starting with his tie and jacket, you left to change in the bathroom. He didn't give you any pants, which you found a tad odd, but you decided not to question it, as the turtleneck was comfy and warm.

Before you could move to leave the bathroom, Henrik knocked and let himself in. Your eyes went wide; you hadn't yet prepared yourself mentally for letting him see you half naked in his shirt, but there was no escape now. In the warm, soft lighting of the bathroom, you were met with the sight of him wearing low-hanging sweatpants and the same dress shirt he'd been wearing for the evening. This time all the buttons hung open, revealing a dark happy trail and pale skin.

"You can sleep in my bed tonight," he said as he went to wash his face. "I've fallen to sleep in the couch before, I do not mind it."

"I don't think so. You're the one who had a panic attack this evening, you need better rest than I do."

"It would be rude to invite you here and make you sleep on the couch," he said as he avoided your gaze, his large, veiny hands darting about the sink counter.

"Henrik, you've got dark marks stamped to the bottom of your eyes."

"That is nothing new."

Finally he looked at you, this disapproving glare on his face.

"Well – your bed is pretty big, isn't it?" You offered cautiously.

When he froze, you immediately backpedaled.

"Just a thought. I don't know how you –"

"It... that would, uh, work," he said quietly, and returned slowly to brushing his teeth.

"... okay. Cool."

You left to faceplant on the bed. You stayed there, trying your best to even your breath and calm your heart, until the bedroom door creaked open behind you, followed by the light of the hallway spilling into the darkened room.

"(Y/N)?" Came his voice, quiet and strained.

You let out a muffled sound through the mattress, and slowly turned onto your back, sitting up to meet him. He closed the door before returning to you, leaving the both of you alone in the dim light past the blackout curtains. His footsteps neared you, and you watched, unable to see anything else as he approached.

"Thanks for letting me stay the night," you said quietly.

"I think it is more for my sake than yours."

You chuckled.

"Maybe," you murmured.

He knelt between your legs, and the heartbeat you'd been trying to quell all night doubled in speed. For a moment he scanned your eyes, trying to see the light in them, the swirling color through the darkness.

"Did you mean it?" He asked so softly his voice cracked.

"Mean what?" You tilted your head curiously to the side.

"That I do not need to win your affection."

"Of course I meant it."

Your breath jumped sharply as you felt his cool hand on your bare thigh. You'd felt it before, but there was always a barrier of latex. Now there was nothing to protect you.

"I wonder... I have always wondered what you feel like," he said, staring at where his skin met yours.

"You've touched me plenty," you said, recalling the many doctor appointments.

"In the dark?" He asked, and his fingers crawled further up your thigh. "In my bed?"

He met your gaze.

"You know what I mean," you whispered.

"Perhaps," he said, and leant down to kiss your thigh. "Du sind so schön, so weich."

The stubble on his jaw brushed against your sensitive skin, wiry and full.

"But such matters can wait for tomorrow," he murmured.

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Could you make an angst Henrik? Like, someone comments about something Henrik's insecure about

I’M DOING MY BEST! (Henrik Von Schneeplestien X Reader) Requested

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Note 1: Can be read as platonic or romantic. ;)

Note 2: Spoilers for the Ego Lore.

Henrik had been busy for 2 weeks so the other egos decided to literally drag him out of his office to have him join board game night.

“I do not see zhe point in dragging me out here for some stupid board game,” Henrik muttered bitterly. 

“Hey, Candy land isn’t stoopid, it’s a classic that deserves our time!” Chase argued as he moved his character across the board.

“I agree, plus it’s nice to play something with you guys,” You add, Henrik sighs and moves his character. Shawn rolled his eyes at how grumpy the doctor was.

“If ya want to play something else, we can,” Shawn commented a tad annoyed. 

“Like?” He inquired.

“Operation,” Henrik tenses slightly. 

“No, let’s just continue,” He muttered.

“Whaaaat? Ze Great Henrik Von Schneeplestien refusing to show off his skills?!” Anti mocked, Henrik glared.

“Guys don’t-” You’re cut off by Marvin.

“Surprisingly, Anti has a point. Where’d the good and confident doctor go?” He asked, a bit concerned.

“Let’s just drop the subject and keep playing,” Henrik growled lowly.

“Nah, I say we switch to Operation! That sounds a hell of a lot better than Candy Land, no offense Chase,” Jackie pipes up.

“None taken! While CandyLand is a classic, Operation is the UBER classic! And it'd be great to see Henrik’s rad surgical skills!” All the egos started agreeing and talking about Henrik. He silently got up and left, returning to his office.

You happened to notice the good doctor slip away amongst the chaos and decided to follow him, asking Chase to play for you. You knock on his office door.

“Henrik? Are you okay?” There’s a few moments of silence before Henrik responds.

“E-Everyzing is fine, I just remembered I needed to do something important. You don’t have to vorry, go join the fun,” He says awfully cheery, almost to the point it sounded fake. You frown and cross your arms.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Is this about what the others said? I swear I’ll-”

“I-I’m fine Y/N,” His voice cracked and it sounded a lot sadder than last time, scolding the other egos would have to wait. You reach your hand for the door handle and turn it, only for it to stop not even half way. Locked, fantastic.

“Henrik, are you really okay?” You ask gently, there’s silence.

“I’m here for you if you need to talk, I’m not leaving you alone with whatever’s troubling you,” You announce as you sit down next to the door. You could hear Henrik approach the door and stand there, almost as if he was hesitating.

“I… Vould you be villing to listen?” 

“Of course,” Silence once more before you hear shuffling behind the door, Henrik seems to have sat down by the door.

“I… Scheiße… Vhere do I even start…?” 

“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere,” Henrik takes a slow, shaky deep breath.

“. . . I’m not as confident as I used to be, before Jack’s operation I had all the confidence in the vorld… but now I wear a confident mask, before I begin to operate on a patient I’m panicking, vhat if I lose them because I’m an incompetent doctor? Vhat vould I tell their family…? Sometimes it goes away because I’m too focused on the patient, but other times… I need to ask someone else to take my place… I’m not as great as everyone says I am… I’m just a doctor with basic motor skills and hand-eye coordination…”

 

“. . . How long have you been feeling like this?” 

“A few months I zhink…” You shift yourself to be a bit more comfortable.

“Henrik, you’ve saved countless lives. Whether you believe it or not, you’re one of the best damn doctors out there. You’re compassionate and empathetic towards your patients and always ask if they want to try something out. I know what happened with Jack still hurts you and I don’t blame you, not one bit. You did your best and saved Jack despite the odds. You are in no way, shape, or form an incompitent doctor,” There’s a few moments of silence. A click enters your ears as you see the door open.

Standing on the other side is a disheveled Henrik on the verge of crying, you smile gently and extend your arms out for a hug. He collapses into you and buries his face into your shoulder, shaking, crying and whispering German under his breath. You wrapped your arms around the doctor and comforted him.

You’d ask him if he’d like therapy later, you’d worry about the other egos later. Right now you’d be here for Henrik and make sure he’s okay. You’ll always be his shoulder to cry on, you’ll always be there for him, and you’ll always love him no matter what.

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"I'm kissaphobic, Don't wanna get too close to you."

Henrik Von Schneeplestien x Reader Valentine’s Day Story.

⚠️Warnings: Slight cursing.

You walked down the hall of the hospital after delivering your mom’s laptop to her, ready to escape the halls of the hospital and go on with your day. You went to wave goodbye to the receptionist before noticing the big sign for the Valentine’s day flowers. Walking over and looking at them before gathering your courage and turning to her. 

“Hello honey! Did you wanna get a flower for your mom?” She looked up from her paperwork with a big smile. Everyone in the hospital knew your mother, she was one of the most well respected radiologists there. You would often come visit her for lunch and spend quite a bit of time with some of the other staff as well. 

“Actually I was wondering if I could get a flower for one of the doctors? Do I have to give it to them or do you guys do it anonymously?” You asked, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks.

“Whichever you want! Were you looking to give one to Doctor Iplier and you’re too nervous? Trust me we get that alot this time of year!” She stood up and leaned against the counter with a heartfelt chuckle. 

“Actually uh, Doctor Schneeplestein…” You ruffled the back of your hair nervously, trying not to make eye contact with her.

“Oh honey are you sure? He’s quite against valentine’s day, wouldn’t even let us decorate his office.” She gave you a slightly concerned look.

“He just seems so grumpy everytime I see him and everytime my mom talks about him, maybe it’ll give him a reason to smile.” You finally met her eyes and her smile widened. 

“Bless your heart, that’s so sweet! How many did you wanna give him? It’s a dollar per rose.” She explained, spinning the pot so I could get a better look at the flowers.

“I’ll take a bouquet please! And could you tie the pink ribbon around it and can I maybe attach a note with my number? Sorry.” You chuckled nervously, her eyes lit up like Christmas as she put it all together. 

“No problem at all honey! I just hope it works out! It would be nice to not have to deal with his grumpy ass, maybe you’re the little spark of fire he needs. He used to be as good and charismatic as Doctor Iplier but ever since the divorce two years ago, he's been the worst!” She arranged the roses and handed you a tiny pink card and a pen. 

“There we go! I’ll deliver it to his office. Fingers crossed.” The nurse crossed her fingers at you after you paid her and went to leave. 

“Thank you.” Your face felt like it was on fire as you walked out and the cold February air hit your face.

~~~ ღ ~~~

A knock sounded on the door of Henrik's office and he didn't even bother to look up before telling them to enter. A nurse walked in with a dozen roses in a vase, a single pink ribbon tied in the center, when she didn’t say anything he looked up.

"Dr.Iplier's office is next door." He rolled his eyes before returning to his writing. 

"No, these are for you." The nurse smiled at him and placed them down gently on the corner of his desk. The red of the roses stood out like a sore thumb in his almost all white office. The only decorations, if you could call them that, was a picture of him and Doctor Iplier back in their college days and a finger painting Robbie had made for him that Anti had forced him to put up. "Looks like someone's got a secret admirer." She teased. 

"Did they leave a name?" The doctor's cheeks flushed as he stood up and gently touched one of the pedals. “Nevermind, it doesn’t matter. Roses are a waste of money, they’re just dead flowers in a pot waiting to wilt forever.” he withdrew his hand with a gentle sigh. 

"Guess you’ll have to look at the note." The nurse turned around and went to leave before she added. "Y/M/N in radiology’s kid. The one with the H/C hair."

She paused as she watched Henrik’s face turn redder by the second. He had seen you around the hospital occasionally, you were always kind and funny when you spoke to him. Why would someone like you send someone like him flowers? You must be out of her goddamn mind, much like your mother, he thought.

"I know you don't like to talk about your personal life but if I may be frank with you doctor…” She stepped back into the room and closed the door behind her. “I think you two would be such a cute match. How long has it been since you've gotten out? I know you're still upset about the divorce but don't you think it's time you've gotten out and dated again?" 

He sat in shocked silence for a moment, when was the last time he had gotten out? Marvin was always bugging him to go out and try to find someone as well but no one really caught his eye when Marvin did manage to get him out. But now that someone had gone out of their way to give him flowers, and their number… the boldness of it had sparked something in him. You truly were on his mind more than he’d like to admit, he would often find himself wondering when you would return to the hospital. He had never pursued you because he was sure you already had a lover, and you were just being kind to him like you were to everyone else. Maybe one text wouldn’t hurt, he decided.

"I suppose so." He hummed, returning to his seat, cheeks still flushed. "Could you ask Dr. Iplier to handle my next appointment please, I'm gonna go out for lunch today. It's a bit stuffy in here." Henrik glanced out the window noticing the sunshine, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he held the tiny pink paper.

“Absolutely.” The nurse shot him a wide grin before leaving. As soon as the door closed behind her Henrik whipped out his phone, fingers gliding over the screen as he added your number to his contacts, checking it a couple times to make sure he got it correct. His nerves set in as he tried to think of anything to send before looking back up at the flowers. He settled on a picture of the flowers as well as a ‘thank you’ with a green heart, then he erased the green heart, put it back, erased it, put it back and sent it before he could overthink it. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for your reply. 

‘No problem! Wanna grab coffee sometime? :)’ Your response came five painful minutes later and he sighed in content. It had been so long since anyone had made him feel like this and he would do whatever it took to make it continue. 

‘Name the time and place.’ He responded and placed his phone on the table and leaned back in his seat with a grin.

~~~  ღ ~~~

Three years later his office door slammed open, almost taking half of the picture frames off of the wall. The once barren walls were now almost entirely covered with pictures of you and him as well as some of his family, in each one Henrik was smiling. 

“Happy Valentine’s day Schnepper Pepper!” You placed a vase full of twelve scarlet roses and a coffee on the edge of his desk before moving around to his side to hug him.

“Remind me again why I ever texted you that day.” Henrik’s face heated up almost as badly as the first time he had gotten the roses as he placed his head against your shoulder. 

“Because you were a grumpy asshole and now you’re still a grumpy asshole but you’re my grumpy asshole.” You explained as he lifted his head again to look at you. 

“Mmmh.” He rolled his eyes then pushed you off him slightly to reach under his desk to pull out an almost matching bouquet of pink roses. “And I unfortunately always will be.” 

“Good.” You gently placed the roses on the desk then grabbed his cheeks giving him kisses all over as he tried to fend you off with giggles. The nurse walked by the office quickly but peaked in for a moment with a smile, glad everything had worked out in the end. 

[twisted-broth]

Can you write something with reader making scarves and hats for the Sides and/or the Egos? -&

Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it

Warnings: small mention of choking, Remus

Jacksepticegos:

Anti can’t have a scarf cuse the fuzz would irritate his next wound

So he gets a cute black hat

Will only wear it when he has no other choice

Complains that it’s itchy and doesn’t go with his look but he actually really appreciates it

Schneeps scarf would be the same blue as his mask

Sad that he can’t wear it while working but will definitely wear it all other times

Fiddling with the tassels at the end helps him calm down after a stressful day

Robbies hat is purple with white polka dots

Oh my god you could not have made him happier he loves it so much

Will wear it all the time no matter the weather

He’s always a little chilly so it works out

Chase would get a grey and blue striped scarf with the bro average logo on the ends

Loves showing it off in videos but would refuse to sell copies as merch it’s just for him

Holds it close when he’s sad because it reminds him that someone loves him

Jackie’s scarf would be the same red as his uniform so that he could wear them together

It motivates him when he’s fighting crime because he remembers the people that he needs to protect

JJ’s scarf would be sepia and it has little reel things at the ends like the ones at the sides of old film you know what I mean

He wears it with a knot in the front so he can tuck it into his vest it looks very dapper

Honestly like exactly what his outfit was missing it’s perfect

Marvin’s scarf would be white with the card suits repeated along it

Doesn’t like to wear it when he’s working because he’s afraid of it getting ruined

Honestly like his most prized possession tho

It also goes great with his hair

Sanders Sides:

For the original four sides, you would make them scarves that match their Christmas sweaters

Logan’s would be white with those color squares on it

He would really appreciate how it’s not too outrageous and thinks it looks very smart

Likes to wear it when he reads if he’s not in his unicorn onesie

Virgil’s is purple with grey patches and streaks of gold to represent the storm cloud

Becomes a huge comfort item for him. Whenever he’s cuddled up in his jacket he tucks his face in it and is just surrounded by warmth and happy

He tends to poke through the crochet holes with his fingers. It’s a nervous habit but it calms him down

Romans scarf would be white with diagonal red stripes like his sash that are lined with gold and it has gold tassels 

He is so proud of it like if anyone so much as looks at it he’s on a spiel about his wonderful (friend or s/o), Y/n and how they made it specifically for him and wow aren’t they so talented

He used to dislike winter but now looks forward to it so he can whip out the scarf

A little jealous that you made one for everyone tbh

Patton’s would be that light blue and would have a line of little cats and dogs

It’s super soft he probably sleeps with it sometimes

He literally adores it

A scarf for Deceit would look like a yellow snake, scales and all

It even has a little tongue poking out it’s sooo cute

Gets really upset that he can’t tell you how much he likes it but you get the idea 

Really makes him feel like part of the group

A scarf for Remus would be a green ombré with the same gold trim as Roman

A little glittery to match his sash 

He’s super dramatic with it

Flicks it over his shoulder like a diva with a boa

Basically they all love it and would die for you

NateWantsToBattle Egos

I only know a few so apologies

You would make Natemare a metallic purple beanie that matches his eye makeup

Goes really well with his hair

Likes wearing it in the videos of some of his calmer songs

Perfect for the fall cuse the purple contrasts all the orange leaves which makes for the cutest wallpaper if you manage to snap a picture

It’s just super cute okay

For Phantom you would make a red scarf that matches his shirt

It has some silver detailing at the ends that’s reminiscent of claws and it looks really cool when it moves

Doesn’t like to wear it when he’s out because he’s gotta keep up the intimidating vibe but he loves wearing it at home

Purposefully keeps the house a little colder than necessary just so he can feel comfortable with it on

If you complain about it being too cold he’ll wrap both of you up in the scarf so now you can’t escape

I meant that in like a cute way but it came out very threatening 

You would make Natpai a beanie to go with his uniform

It’s black with a white lining and smaller gold trim

He def wears it to school when it starts getting colder 

Knows better than to say you made it for him cuse you would be hunted 

It looks really good all together tho

Iplier Egos

For my own sanity I’m only gonna do a couple but you’re free to request for any other egos. These are my defaults so specify if you want others

A scarf for Dark would be like the same grey as his skin, but it would have a bit of blue on one end and a bit of red on the other

Not really a huge fan of it but he knows you put a lot of work into it so he wears it anyway

If any other ego tries to make fun of it anti he will make them regret it

It starts to grow on him after a while

Wilford would, of course, get a classic bubble gum pink scarf that matches his mustache

You may have slipped a bit of bubble gum extract on to it so it smells like bubble gum

His face lights up when he gets it and he will hug you so tightly you might lose a rib

Wears it all the time except when he has an interview because he still wants to show off his bowtie

He won’t be as subtle as Dark if someone insults it. He will just shoot them.

You get a scarf for each Google with their corresponding color and maybe a few black lines to make it resemble a circuit board

Points out that he’s a robot and doesn’t need to stay warm

You just roll your eyes and wrap it around his neck

He looks confused, but he doesn’t take it off and eventually grows used to it

Will probably forget it’s there at some point and if someone points it out he’ll look down and smile and realize he needs it for other reasons

You make the Host a black scarf with quotes from his favorite book written in white

It’s really a lot of effort to put in for someone who can’t see

He still really appreciates it and almost never takes it off

Deathly afraid that some of the blood from his eyes will drip onto it so you help reassure him and change his bandages more often

You would make Bing a scarf that matches his shirt which is black with the yellow Bing symbol

Calls it “super rad bruh” which is probably a good thing

At one point he’s wearing it while skateboarding and it somehow gets stuck in the wheels which leads to Bing falling down some stairs and almost choking to death but it’s still pretty funny

You have since banned wearing a scarf while skateboarding

He spends a really long time trying to fix the damage that was done to it so you won’t be upset

It doesn’t turn out good, per se, but it’s nice that he tried

Bim Trimmer’s scarf would be pretty simple, black with crisscrossing grey lines

Doesn’t wear it on screen bc he’s clearly a professional but will wear it when he goes out of the house

Okay but if you guys were on a coffee date or something and he’s wearing the scarf it would be super cute

He’s a little easier to talk to when he’s wearing it. It humbles him

You make a light blue scarf for reporter Jim and a red one for cameraman Jim

It’s honestly so you can tell them apart easier

When you give it to them, reporter Jim goes on a very long-winded observation on the color and craftsmanship

“Look at this expert handiwork, Jim! And what’s that? Why it’s a knot, carefully concealed by the rest of the material. This is a rare sighting.”

Once the cameras aren’t rolling, they individually come up to you and give you a hug and tell you how much they appreciate it

[justwritingscibbles]

Anti, Henrick, orange -🥀

When I say, “a few paragraphs” expect that I’m lying cause I get carried away.

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Being sick was bad. Being sick with an ego doctor, possibly evil depending on the day, was maybe a little worse. Being sick alongside Anti while said doctor was looking after you both, was just downright adorable. 

Everytime Anti sneezed, his body violently glitched and static zapped along the edges of his body. His green eyes were pale and watery, and even when he snarled something at Henrik, they barely doned a spark.Henrik, immune to his patients attitude, was merely amused by all this. You’ve been taken care of for the moment. Spoon fed medicine and wrapped up in a warm blanket to fend off any chill; now it was Anti’s turn. 

“Touch me again, Four-Eyes and I’ll-” Anti didn’t get to finish his threat. The sneeze was heavy and wet, and the glitch made the lights in the room flicker wildly. 

“Just eat the orange, Anti.” Henrik said with his doctor-y tone. You know the one, patient and calming. The one you know will turn disappointed if you act like a toddler. And coming from Henrik, disappointment was worse than anger.But in his hand, Henrik held a plate of cut up oranges. The medicine he provided adivsed to eat something before consuming, and Henrik was adament on feeding you both buckets of oranges. Mostly because he was growing his own tree in the backyard and it was exploding with fruit. 

“Eat it or I’ll tube feed it to you.” Henrik’s voice twinged a bit. He lost his patience more with Anti than anyone else. And the best thing about Henrik and Anti’s relationship? Their threats were more than fore-telling. Like they were just asking for the other to let them do it.

Anti’s glare was dagger sharp, but with the pale expression and snotty nose, it wasn’t as frightening. Anti then attempted to reach for the plate, but Henrik pulled it slowly away. Niether broke their locked gaze. You watched this exchange with baited breath. Who’s going to break first? Whats gonna happen next? Knives? Scapels? A wrestle match including Henrik trying to shove oranges down Anti’s throat?But nothing like that happened. Anti just gave a low hiss like sigh and opened his mouth. And Henrik, with a shit eating grin, popped a piece of orange into Anti’s mouth. 

“Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Henrik purred as he placed the plate down and picked up the medicine. 

“I’m going to kill you.” Anti mumbled through the fruit. 

“Hush now. Take your medicine like a big boy, now.” Henrik replied. Measuring the medicine onto a tablespoon. Giving you a wink as you stifled your giggles into the blanket around your shoulders.

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

Requests Open

I am currently writing for:

Mark’s Egos Dark Wilford Yancy Damien Illinois Actor Eric

All of Jack’s Egos

Marvel Peter Parker

Red Dead Redemption Arthur

By default, reader is gender-neutral or male, so if you want something else, please specify. Please no smut right now. :)

[jxdedfeelings]

Lemoncember

Day 4 & Day 5: “You feel so good and wet.” & “I can’t control myself around you.”

You fidgetted nervously in the waiting room, occasionally twiddling with your thumbs and tap tap tapping your foot against the floorboards from some emotion you couldn't quite pinpoint. Dread? Anticipation? Excitement? Hm, maybe not the latter.

Why would you be excited about a visit to the doctor?

If anything you hated these check-ups, but with them being mandatory, you couldn't really weasel your way out of it. You weren't usually as paranoid as you were now, not when you'd reached a point where you were actually comfortable coming here every so often. No, it was the fact that today of all days, your usual doctor wasn't in.

Someone else was gonna take their place.

You sighed. Why hadn't they told you sooner? You would've easily made other arrangements, moving a few dates here and there. It wasn't that you were afraid or anything, but you had just grown to like your regular one... after at least a dozen visits. The last thing you needed was to go through the whole charade again with this new face you were yet to see. Anxiety was shooting through you like a bullet and when your name was called out, you almost shrieked from how mentally preoccupied you'd been.

The culprit who'd come to collect you was a rather lean man, you could even go as far as to call him lithe. His coat hugged his slim figure, draping down until it reached just above his knees where it met loose dress pants. You could just make out his slender legs hidden underneath the material. He was relatively tall, though that might've been due to his thin build, but he was taller than you. That was for certain.

Propped atop his nose was a set of light glasses, with a delicate frame and lenses that were almost thin enough to be invisible. His brown hair was loosely combed, you'd even call it messy with how strands were going in all directions, but still, there was some appeal in its untidy fashion. As your eyes raked over him, studying each feature, he was busying himself with a clipboard that he held. With how his veins were slightly protruded, you figured he was handling it with a firm grasp, despite having such dainty hands.

You found out soon enough that he was reading your file, indirectly getting to know you whilst you barely had a clue about this stranger.

Without a word, you'd settled down in the chair nearest to his desk and observed as he continued scanning the papers before his eyes. He sauntered slowly to his chair, unlike your rushed shuffle, eventually placing himself down and still resumed to reading the words. His eyes were sharp behind those frames, and you hadn't noticed but you'd been watching them, eyeing how those blues flitted over the sheet back and forth, back and forth.

When he looked up, you flinched and felt your blood chill.

His ceruleans narrowed at first, then with a crinkle he was sending a warm smile. You eased at the sight. His lips parted and the first impression struck you. "Ah velcome, velcome, my name is Dr. Schneeplestein, I hope you are doing vell." When you heard the usual pleasantry, your brow raised upon detecting the foreign accent. He chuckled at your reaction then turned to place down the information surrounding you. He nodded to you, to which you meekly smiled back. "So, vhat can I help you vith today?"

Just as you had done in the previous room, you shifted uncomfortably. Schneeplestein seemed to notice this and he wore an expression of concern and... confusion. "Vas it somezhing I said?" Your face fell for a second then trickled in with embarrassment. "No, no." You began, sheepishly. "This is gonna sound so stupid," You paused. "Go on." He urged you with a soft voice, in hopes it would soothe your nerves. And it did.

"...uh well, I just don't like the idea of a stranger kinda y'know..." He mused your confession with a stroke at his chin and a cocked brow but just as you felt colour drain away from how it seemed he was silently judging you, he finished off with a warm and quiet laugh. "Ves, ves I completely understand, but zhere is no need to worry my dear. Zhis vill be over soon." Usually, that would've deterred you and you'd just shrug it off as some false promise, but there was something behind the thick accent that made you reconsider. With that, you nodded and placed your trust in his hands.

"Wunderbar!" He leaned back in his chair, content with the arrangement. His exclamation had brought your attention to the way he'd clasped his hands. Slender fingers intertwined, with his right resting atop his left until both hands were horizontally parallel. It was a posture which you'd gathered intellectuals were privy to using. This doctor being no exception. "Now, vhat vas the problem?"

His eyes twinkled at you as he posed the question, exhibiting a genuine wish to help. You smiled and explained your situation. He listened to each word, intently absorbing all the information that left your lips. He nodded occasionally, humming at times when the details were thought-provoking. You weren't a basket case of course, nor were you a patient that needed immediate attention. This was just a simple routine. Just a monthly visit to check your vitals, get a few blood tests and drop off a sample.

You didn't really expect to get your temperature measured, getting your throat examined and you definitely hadn't prepared for an inspection of your heart rate, but here you were, with a raised shirt, waiting for the doctor to place the stethoscope wherever he desired. He'd insisted despite your mentions of your normal check-ups involving nothing of the sort, but well maybe this was just due to the fact different doctors had different methods?

Yeah, that was probably it.

He'd slipped on gloves beforehand; a tight pair that almost seemed to meld with his flesh. You could even see the creases in his fingers beneath the blue material with the way his knuckles popped when he bent them. It almost appeared as just a thicker layer of skin. But the gloves were there and there they'd stay, especially since you soon found out Dr Schneeplestein was quite a stickler for hygiene.

Despite seeing him close in after receiving confirmation of your awareness, you still shivered as the circular instrument pressed against you. You could easily make out each expression that crossed the doctor with your near to no distance between each other, and some had you internally cursing for your sensitivity.

The last thing you thought you'd ever hear your doctor slithered into your ears, and with it, you shuddered a little more.

"Your skin is beautiful."

He withdrew the end of the device and a second almost seemed to last for an eternity as you merely sat there, with your top still lifted. You swore you could feel his eyes travelling over your torso, scrutinising as it sought to identify each intricate detail, each minute feature. Something that the ordinary public would spend little to no time with.

The feeling of rubber alerted you, immediately yanking you away from your train of thought. A stammer began to trickle over your lips, but they merely became a dribble of unidentifiable words. It was just, what one could describe as protesting sounds. But you didn't shy away, you didn't shrink back or try to escape his hand's exploration. No, you stayed there and let him do as he pleased.

Maybe he was trying to confirm with his own hands what he'd heard from using the tool around his neck.

"So soft. So smooth. So perfect." You could feel how your entire body immersed in flames, heating up as if you'd been baking in an oven for hours. Your attention had flitted away from him the second his gloved hand had met your pinkened chest, and it only continued to break away as his breath now tickled your aflame flesh. You couldn't see how close he was, but you knew, he wasn't far.

His other hand soon arrived and you bit your lip as they violated every code that pertained to customer service. But for some reason, unbeknownst to you, you didn't stop him.

He noticed this almost instantly.

With a newfound urge to carry on, Schneeplestein had removed your short-sleeve shirt without much inconvenience, especially when you had raised your arms to assist in its riddance. There was something about the way his hands had swept around you, something about how they were so delicate yet so firm, so sure yet so uncertain. It intrigued you.

And simply put.

It felt good.

You wouldn't call yourself touch-starved, but with the way, you were stripping for this stranger from just the sensation of his light touches? You might've reconsidered.

A silent plea was hidden behind your irises as they switched back to meet the doctor's own perplexing blues, but with an analytical mind such as his, you were fairly sure he'd pick it up.

The next second you found yourself whisked to the bland bed that had minded its own business in the corner, and with a faint creak, you two disturbed its peaceful state. A gasp left once you landed atop its firm surface, and in turn he shot an unsettling yet somehow endearing smile as he loomed over your topless figure. A hum rumbled in his throat and you could spy a sheen crossing his eyes that could've easily been mistaken for the glare against his lenses. But to you, it was unmistakable.

"You know, from zhe minute I laid eyes on you I just couldn't, couldn't control myself around you." You budded like a rose, bursting with an all-consuming scarlet, leaving no trace of your natural skin colour. His eyes twinkled at the sight and you only gulped when they shimmered above you. "I vonder... since you didn't say anyzhing..." His leg slipped between both of yours, bent at the knee, scooting until it was inches away from your core. "And still haven't..."

Was this some fever dream? Surely this wasn't real right? You were just being taken right then and there, here in this bed that was somewhat comfortable despite its appearance. And by a stranger no less. by some doctor, you'd never come across. Maybe, just maybe this was a messed up nightmare; a manifestation of your fear. But then, why were you feeling so weird... so odd... so excited.

"Vell, ve can discuss that later. For now, let us begin zhe examination."

[anotherjsefanfictionblog]

Birthday Surprise

Requested: Nope! This is a birthday present to the wonderful Henrik von Schneeplestien!

Pairing: Henrik x Reader

Genre: Comedy

Word Count: 907

Warnings: Language...

A/N: I got the idea fro this story from a post @beerecordings made! It’s not the greatest, and I apologize, but I hope you enjoy it!

Henrik didn’t want to celebrate his birthday. He specifically told everyone that there were to be no birthday celebrations.

“No celebrations?” They thought. “What about pranks?”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to drive him too far up a wall. After a 16 hour shift at work, you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of the after-prank annoyance. 

But, they didn’t listen to the voice of reason. Then again, do they ever? You stuck to buying him a simple gift. A coffee mug that said “Best Doctor” and some of his favorite coffee to go with it.

They settled on calling the hospital on setting up a plan. A plan that the hospital and all his coworkers couldn’t pass up. After all, they needed to have some fun too. At what better way than helping make Henrik’s birthday one to remember?

They all went to bed early the night before. Henrik was suspicious, but he didn’t think they’d plan something away fro home. So,he woke up early, kissed your forehead, and snuck around the house to get ready for work. He made sure to walk to work, taking back-alleys and the most unpredictable route he could.

He makes it to the front door and looks around. He was in the clear. He grinned to himself, and walked to his office to look over his patients for the day. Billy Harris. Potential fractured wrist. 

He smiled to himself as he walked to the hospital room. This one should be easy for a doctor such as himself. He walked into the hospital room expecting to see someone in pain.

“Heya doc!” Chase said grin slowly turning to an evil smile. He was decked out in a hospital gown, tubes in his nose, and a fake IV in his arm. In his hands was a birthday cake.

Henrik shakes his head eyes rolling as he calls for security, only jokingly. Jackie comes waltzing in, wearing his finest dark sunglasses. Upon his appearance, Henrik groans, which only causes Jackie and Chase to laugh harder.

Henrik walks out of the room, leaving the two laughing their asses off. He walks off to his next patient and sighs happily, seeing that this is a normal patient, not a brother in disguise.

“I see the nurse hasn’t hooked up the IV. Let me go get that started.” Henrik calls for a nurse, only to be confronted by Jameson, dressed up as a nurse, mustache hidden under a surgical mask. And not just any mask, one decorated for his own birthday. 

Upon closer inspection, the “patient” sitting on the hospital bed was the new nurse he hadn’t gotten the chance to meet. He ran his hands down his face. “I swear on my grave, if this doesn’t fucking stop...” He let his sentence trailed off. 

He walked back to his office, only to see a passed out Marvin sitting on his chair, asleep. Marvin even had the audacity to drink his coffee! He got Marvin out of his chair and sat down to just work on some paperwork. 

While they were all nagging Henrik, you were at home trying to be normal and not get on your boyfriend’s bad side. You needed to rearrange the bedroom, so naturally you were doing anything but that.

You decided to go for a walk around town. You went to walk into the store when you got hit by a car. Not hard. Not really even enough to do any damage. Just enough to knock you down and make you hit your head. 

You sat up and looked up at the person, frantically apologizing and calling an ambulance. You weren’t exactly there enough to tell him you were alright, so you sat there and waited for an ambulance to pick you up and take you to the hospital. Guess you were going to bug him after all.

“Dr. Schneeplestein, we need you down in the E.R. We have a patient coming in via ambulance.” 

He looked over at the snickering Marvin. “If this is another part of your elaborate plan, I will fucking kill you.” 

He headed down to the ER, the others following him. You were already sat in a room, IV getting put into your arm.

You smiled slightly upon seeing Henrik. “Hey Henrik. How’s your birthday going?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Really? You too? Of all the people I thought would do this, you had to join the madness too?”

The others gasped quietly upon seeing you. “No... Not unless they did this without letting us know.”

The EMT walked in and looked at Henrik. “Patient got hit by a car. Nothing too serious as far as we could tell. Moderate concussion and a bit scraped up, but that’s it.”

“This wasn’t part of their plan?”

“Nope! However, I do know the entirety of the plan, so unless you do a good job, doc, I’ll help them evolve this idea.”

He shook his head. “I thought I said no birthday surprises!” 

You shrugged. “Oops? And, you said no birthday celebrations. Unless we’re celebrating my ability to attract danger, this is completely within the limits of what you said.” 

He laughed. “I guess this is true.”

You grinned. “Plus, I couldn’t just not see how this insanity was going. You must’ve wanted to kill them after the breakroom.”

“The breakroom?”

“Y/N! No! He hasn’t been there yet!”

“What did you do to the breakroom?!”