|| Schneeplebro Week ||

|| December 7th-13th || || Find this year's prompt list here! || || Don’t forget to tag your work under “schneeplebro week” and “schneeplebro week 2020” ||

[schneeplebro-week]

And here it is! The prompt list for this year’s Schneeplebro Week; I can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

Also, don’t forget to use the tags “schneeplebro week” and “schneeplebro week 2020” on your posts. Thanks! - BasilOaks

[schneeplebro-week]

Hey everyone! Yesterday was the last day of this year’s Schneeplebro Week, and I just want to give a massive thank you to everyone who participated! Love you guys! 🌻🌼💛

[the-pastel-kitsune]

Day Five: Soulmates/Love Confessions

   Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Dri-

   Chase abruptly slammed his hand down on the faucet, making the dreaded drip-dropping stop. Pain shot through the palm of his hand, and he held it for a minute. Fuck. He quietly swore and sat back down on the toilet.

   Henrik was supposed to be coming over later, and damn was Chase nervous. How was he supposed to react? It was Henrik. Henrik! One of his nearest and dearest friends. Chase was a mess of emotions, which was unusual for him. It was usually Stacy who was the emotional wreck.

   And Chase didn't even know why he was a wreck! He and Hen had planned this, they were literally just going to have lunch before going to an art gallery. I mean, Chase wasn't really into art, but Henrik was and that was all that mattered! They'd both taken the day off for this. They'd even planned to have the kids with

their respective ex wives and just have some alone time to hang out without any distractions and-

   Oh.

   You know maybe, just maybe, Henrik was the reason why he was a total wreck and not stress. Though he couldn't place an exact reason why. He had no reason to overthink anything like this. They were just two friends going out to do something-

   Oh.

   Was this love Chase was feeling? Not just any kind of love, but romantic love? The vlogger stood up again and started pacing, not sure what else to do. Like, what else could he do? He'd agreed to spend at least four hours alone with the person he just realized he might be in love with.

   Then, the downstairs doorbell rang. Shit. Chase took a look in the mirror. All he had to do was run his brush through his hair, which he did. He smiled a bit, a little confidence surging through his body. Now he could go. Taking one last look at his reflection, he left the bathroom and slowly descended to the first floor.

   There was Henrik, standing in his living room and smiling at him. And suddenly, Chase felt underdressed in his skinny jeans and grey t-shirt. In comparison, Henrik was wearing a turtleneck (No surprise here) and jeans. He usually dressed smart when he went out, but this just felt like it was on purpose. Chase liked the 'college professor' look.

"Uhh... Hey!" Chase said, awkwardly pointing finger guns at him. "So, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. And how about you?"

"Fine, I guess." He laughed a little. "So, wanna make some lunch?"

"That would be good, yes." Henrik stepped into the kitchen and Chase followed. "Did you have anything in mind?" he asked, opening the fridge.

"No, not really. How about some noodles? It's not fancy or anything, but..." Chase didn't finish his sentence.

"Sounds fine, Chase."

So Chase got out a few packs of Ramen and started to boil some water on the stove. He'd usually put some water in a bowl in the microwave, but he felt a bit self conscious. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair a few times, probably messing it up. Then, he turned to Henrik. "I forgot, what gallery are we visiting again?"

Henrik's face lit up. "It's all flower and wildlife-themed," he explained, grinning. "And my brother has some work displayed, so I wanted to go to support him as well."

"Cool!" They looked away from each other and stayed silent for the next few minutes. What was Chase supposed to say? It didn't matter, though, since he had to put the noodles in the water now. As he was standing there and waiting to stir their noodles, Henrik came up behind him.

"You know," the doctor started, "I noticed that we haven't been able to spend as much time together as we used to. I never take days off, which I think I'm going to do more often. It feels nice to not have to wake up at five a.m."

"Yeah," Chase mumbled. He shivered at the feeling of Henrik's shoulder against his back. "I like spending time with you. It was fun, back then. Remember when we accidentally set my granddad's shed on fire? Or that time you smashed a bottle over some dude's head? Fun times..."

"Yes, well, they're not my proudest movements, but they were fun."

"Remember how many times we nearly died? You'd think that I'd learn a lesson after high school." He laughed, though Henrik didn't. "What's wrong?"

"Well... I feel like I should've stopped you more in the past. I've almost lost you so many times..." His hands slowly crept to Chase's waist.

Chase chuckled and leaned back into his touch. "I guess you did. But hey, I've been getting better and taking care of myself, so you don't have to worry. In fact-" he turned around so that he was facing Henrik, faces close "-I think I have something to tell you."

"...go on."

Chase sighed. He'd been feeling this way for a few months, now that he looked back on it. He had no idea how he'd ignored it for that long, but hey. "Well, what if I told you that I'm in love with you?"

Blinking, Henrik stared at him. "I... I think I'd be happy. After all, I think I've been feeling that same way." His grip tightened on Chase's waist. "This is how you feel, yes?"

"Of course, you dork." He slid his hands around Henrik's neck. "So, we both want... Both want a..."

"Relationship, yes."

"Great!" Then, Chase decided that there was nothing left to lose and closed the gap between then. They kissed, just a gentle, soft one. Chase sighed and slowly moved them away from the stove and against the wall. He quickly put his hands on Henrik's hips now and excitedly started kissing him again.

"Our food," Henrik reminded him as soon as they broke away. Oh yeah. Smiling, Chase started to stir their noodles and scoop them into bowls. Henrik came next to him and started to pour the packets in. They quickly ate and cleaned themselves up again. As they both turned to leave, his boyfriend turned to him.

"Shall we go, Honey?" he asked, winking. Chase blushed a little.

"Of course, Babe," he replied, and they held hands and walked out the door.

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Aka Jasper is unable to set up romance of any sorts and literally nobody is surprised. Also hhhhhhhhh Chase calling Henrik dork

-Jasper 🖤

[the-pastel-kitsune]

Day Four: Free Day (Candy Cane Thief)

   Christmas was coming soon, which meant that the tree had to go up. The small (well, not really) family had changed it up this year with an artificial white tree. Their blinking lights and red and white ornaments made the living room cheery. Even though the kids had placed most of the ornaments and other bits, they were still arranged nicely with the compromise of the doctor.

   Their cheery decorating even spread to the rest of the house. Lights were strung along every doorway, paper chains were made and hung on the walls, a Christmas calendar was even put up. It was cute and cheesy heartwarming all in one.

   Henrik was inspecting the tree carefully. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes scanning the fake white branches, lights glaring off of his glasses. A single slender, worn finger slid over the garland. Then, he straightened back up and shook his head, muttering to himself in German.

   As Chase entered, he saw his boyfriend standing in front of the tree and muttering. That was... Mildly concerning. He put down the tray he was carrying, then approached and put a hand on Henrik's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, gently shaking him.

   "Yes, yes. But look." He pointed at the tree, and Chase looked like he said. "See?"

   "...what am I supposed to be looking at?" Chase was confused. "Is there a faulty light?" Henrik sighed and facepalmed.

   "The candy canes. We started out with thirty, there's twenty-seven now. Someone has taken some."

   "Oh." Chase blinked. "I don't see why it's a big deal. It's just candy canes." Should he have seen something wrong with it? Was there some taboo about someone stealing some that he didn't know about?

   "It's not, but I think it's strange. My girls don't eat them until Christmas morning, and I'm sure that your kids don't take any." As he talked, he counted the candy canes again. "Yes, twenty-six. Have we had anyone over recently?"

   "No? I don't think so."

   Henrik just shrugged and sighed again. "I'll get more if we lose any more. Oh, hot chocolate!" Well, that was fast. "I'll find a movie for us to watch."

   Later, as Chase was passing by the tree again, he glanced around. Henrik was probably in his office working again. He'd have to check up on his boyfriend soon, actually. It was late. Then, he reached onto the tree and plucked off a candy cane. As he was started to eat it, he felt something was off. He turned and-

   "I knew it!" Henrik cried. "You're the thief." Chase stuck the candy cane in his mouth and put his hands up as a truce.

   "Sorry," Chase said quietly.

   Henrik laughed. "Oh, it's fine. I have plenty more candy canes, enjoy that one. Come on." He wrapped Chase in a hug, and Chase hugged him back. "I love you, Honey."

   "I love you too, Babe."

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Chase stop eating the candy canes >:(

-Jasper 🖤

[malaboos-bodacious-blog]

Chase’s POV

I pull back my pink hair, and put it in a manbun, before I put on a blue apron. The café

smells like coffee beans and carmel. No one’s here, being as I haven’t flipped the open sign,

and it’s very peaceful. I sit in the silence for a minute longer before going to wash my hands. I

come back out to the front and flip the open sign. Now, we wait.

~An hour later. 3rd POV~

Chase has served many pedestrians in the time an hour brings. He has to go to the

bathroom, so he puts a little sign on the desk that reads: ‘We’ll be back, please take a seat while

you wait!’ in neat cursive writing.

Chase comes back out to the front and sees only one new face. Said person stands up

and goes to the counter, when they see Chase.

“Hi, what would you like?” Chase asks in a kind voice.

“Just a black coffee, bitte” The person says in what seems to be German accent.

“And can I get the name of the man who likes it rich?” Chase says jokingly for the fun of it.

“Henrik” Henrik says chuckling.

“H-e-n-r-i- ck or just c or just k?”

“Just k” He answers smiling.

“Okay, I had a feeling that’s how it was spelled, but I wanted to make sure” Chase says smiling.

“One black coffee will be with you momentarily”

“Danke”

“Du bist willkommen” Chase answers. He took German when he was in highschool instead of

Spanish like a lot of his classmates. Henrik smiles wider and Chase gets the coffee pot going.

Anyone who was in the shop has left, only Henrik and Chase are left. “Do you mind if I change

the music? Pop music gets old after an hour.”

“I don’t mind. And I agree zhat pop music gets old after a vhile.” Hen says leaning on the

counter.

“Perfect. I’ll be back. I’m going to turn off the music in the speakers.” Chase says as he goes

into the back. The cheesy song that was on stops. It’s silent until Chase comes back. He grabs

the now done coffee and pours some into the cup that has 'Henrik' written on it. “Here you go.”

“Danke” Henrik says as he takes a sip. Chase goes on his phone, probably searching for music.

His eyes light up as he taps on the song he’s found. Some sort of African chanting starts coming

out of the phone’s speakers. Then a man starts speaking. Henrik knows this song. It’s Parasite

Eve by Bring Me The Horizon. “A man of good taste”

“You listen to Bring Me The Horizon, too?” Chase says happily shocked. Henrik nods and takes

a sip of his coffee.

‘Really we just need to fear something

Only pretending to feel something

I know you're dying to run

I wanna turn you around’

Chase claps happily. He starts to sing along. “Please, remain calm, the end has arrived

We cannot save you, enjoy the ride”

“Zhis is zhe moment you’ve been vaiting for

Don’t call zhis a varning, zhis is a var.”

“It’s zhe Parasite Eve

Got a feeling in your stomach cause you know zhat it’s comin’ for ya

Leave you flowers and grieve

Don’t forget what zhey told ya, ayy ayy

Vhen ve foret zhe infection

Vill ve remember zhe lesson?

If zhe suspense doesn’t kill ya

Somezhin’ else vill, ayy ayy

Move”

“I heard zhey need bettah signal

Put chip and pins and needles

Quarantine all of zhose secrets

In zhat black hole you call a brain before it’s too late

Really ve just vant to scream somezhing

Only pretend to believe somezhing

I know you’re baying for blood

I vanna turn you around”

“Please, remain calm, the end has arrived”

“Ve cannot save you, enjoy zhe ride”

“This is the moment you’ve been waiting for”

“Don’t call zhis a varning, zhis is a var” Henrik sings, but Chase doesn’t pick it back up again.

He just looks at Hernik with an extremely happy smile. He starts bouncing and clapping.

“You have an amazing singing voice” He says, the clapping has stopped, but the bouncing is

still there.

“Danke, so do you” Henrik says, blushing a small bit. They don’t know when they moved to sit in

one of the booths in the coffee shop, but they did. Henrik looks down at Chase’s phone on the

table and sees the time. “Scheisse, I have to get to vork. Zhis vas fun…” He looks at Chase’s

name tag “Chase”.

“Oh, really? Well, can- can I have your phone number so we can maybe do this again?” Chase

asks nervously.

“Oh, of course!” Henrik says as he takes his phone out of his jacket’s inside pocket. He may be

able to remember the most intricate way to save someone’s life, but he can’t remember his own

phone number. Henrik reaches for Chase’s phone, but he doesn’t pick it up. He looks at Chase

for permission and Chase nods.

Henrik picks up Chase’s phone and searches for the contacts app. He finds it easily and makes

himself a contact. ‘Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein (bmth cafe)’ is what he put himself as. “Zhere

ve go”

“Thanks, good luck at the hospital, doctor” Chase says smirking

“Danke, good luck vizh zhe coffee, barista” Henrik smirks back and gets out of the booth,

heading for the exit. “Have a nice day, Chaser!”

“You, too, Henrikku!” Chase says back as he goes back to the counter.

Henrik waves as he exits the cafe.

Today is a day he’ll remember.

Le Blue Cafe became the meeting place of the two many times. Mostly because of the convenience of Chase working there.

And the coffee.

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@basiloaks @leobashi @bapbee @spudmcloughlin @n-anon

[the-pastel-kitsune]

Day Three: Winter Wonderland

   Snowflakes drifted down onto the fresh, dewy grass. It was like a snow globe out here. The house with snow falling on top, the snow delicately floating around, the people who wandered nearby in their heavy winter clothes. Beautiful was the only way to describe it. Though, no words could really say how breathtaking it was.

   Well, that was hours ago. There was now about six inches on the ground, all untouched and pure white. The sun glared upon it and reflected in an almost blinding way. It was truly, as they said, a winter wonderland. And as everyone woke up inside the house, snow continued to drift.

   Winter was actually Chase's favourite time of year. While the cold of winter made him sad, the beauty of winter more than made up for it. He sat up and glanced out his window, seeing the glowing landscape outside. Fuck yeah, snow! That woke him up completely, and he shoved away his blanket like an excited child to get out of bed faster.

   Henrik groaned next to him, still barely awake. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked groggily, squinting up at Chase. "Come back to bed, I'm cold."

   "But it's snowing outside!" Chase yelled back, clapping his hands rapidly. His legs trembled and he was giggly, and it was adorable. "You know what that means, right? All of that untouched snow is just sitting there!"

   Sighing, the doctor groped around on the bedside table for his glasses. "Yes, yes, but wait until after breakfast okay?"

   "...okay." Chase threw open his massive closet and found a long sleeve shirt and jeans. Then, he moved to Henrik's side and picked out matching jeans and a turtleneck. His boyfriend simply lay in bed stretching out like a cat while he changed.

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   "Head's up!"

   Henrik turned in time to see a snowball hurled at his face. It hit him square between the eyes, making him go cross-eyed. Chase laughed and ended up falling over. When he got up, Henrik tossed a snowball back at him. Though it hit his chest, he barely felt it. Then, Henrik jogged over.

"Remember how you wanted to make a snowman last year?" he said. "And how there wasn't enough snow?" He was grinning, and Chase was grinning too.

"Yeah! Come on, old man, let's get started." Henrik jokingly punched his arm, but kneeled down and started to roll a bottom ball. The doctor worked fast and soon had a large snowball rolled on the side of the drive. On the other side of the yard, Chase ran and rolled the midsection up next to his boyfriend's. "Help me lift this."

Together, the two of them lifted the midsection and inspected their work. "Hmm, seems good so far. Now for the head." He started to roll up a new snowball while Chase looked for other things. After finding a few rocks, a carrot from inside, and some old winter clothes, he came back to see their six-foot snowman. Chase frowned.

"Hey, why's it taller than me?" he asked. Henrik snickered.

"Well, maybe if you grew more you wouldn't be so short," he teased. "Just give me those." He took the rocks and carrot from Chase and arranged it in a smiley face. The beanie he grabbed was placed on top and the branches laying nearby were stuck onto the sides. Mr. Snowman ended up being a little crooked, but it was okay. "He's perfect."

"Yeah, he is," Chase agreed. "He's like our fifth child." Smiling, he kissed Henrik on the cheek, making him turn bright red. "C'mon, you feel cold. Let's get inside." Without another word, Chase grabbed his boyfriend and practically carried him into the house. From there, he started to make some hot cocoa. Henrik slid behind him and wrapped his arms around him.

"I love you," he said, kissing Chase's neck a few times. His mustache tickled Chase's skin. "I'll take care of that if you-"

"I've got it, Honey." Though Henrik didn't let go, he didn't say anything else and just held Chase tighter. Chase took a look out the window at the yard, where it was snowing again. "Looks like we really are gonna have a white Christmas this year..."

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I've already run out of witty captions, bummer. Still, please don't mind grammar/spelling mistakes!

-Jasper 🖤

[basiloaks]

So... I’m going through my notes and decided to post some of my old headcanons about the Brody-Schneeplestein clan for Schneeplebro Week day two! Family feels incoming y’all-

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In total Chase and Henrik have three biological kids (of course Jackie and Robbie are also their sons but shhh):

Clara is the oldest at 12; she’s Henrik’s little girl through and through. Chase’s two are a couple of years younger: Samantha is around 7/8, and Grayson is 5. They’re both major troublemakers but are all around well-behaved great kids.

Henrik is the master of styling and braiding long hair after many years of helping Clara get ready in the morning, and it’s become second nature to slightly panic and quickly fix his family’s hair so it doesn’t get in their face while doing things.

Henrik and Clara used to zoom regularly before she moved in with her father; they didn’t get to see each other often aside from winter, spring, and summer breaks, so after first moving in together, Chase would usually try and stay out of the frame so they could have some quality time.

After they officially start dating, Henrik insists on Chase joining in for a few minutes every call so he and Clara can get more comfortable interacting.

Chase was a nervous wreck the first time Clara came to stay with them for an extended period over summer vacation. Henrik insisted that she would love him, though, and like he predicted the two hit it off instantly. Clara also figures out really quickly that the two are dating and is really happy her dad is with someone like Chase, which may or may not have caused a few tears and big bear hugs.

She also instantly hits it off with Sammy, the two exchanging numbers and becoming very close and protective of each other.

Chase’s kids absolutely love Henrik: they were gearing for their dad to get with the cool doctor with all the candy stashed around his office from the get go, so when it happens the two are ecstatic.

Grayson being the youngest and very impressionable, starts developing a slight German accent from being around Henrik and Clara; Chase thinks it’s cutest thing in the world and is always gushing about his little man.

The family is chaotic but in the best sense of the word: there’s always something going on, from soccer games to recitals, and the two love every minute of it.

[the-pastel-kitsune]

Day Two: Family Feels

   Three cheery faces pressed against the glass of the cabin. Outside, snow fell onto the ground peacefully, only adding to the foot or so already down. It looked like they were going to be snowed in. One of the faces pulled away and peeked to someone inside.

   "Sabrina, it's snowing!" the young girl cried, running to her older sister and tugging on her arm. "Look outside!"

   "It's been snowing all day," Sabrina replied in a monotone voice. However, after a look from Henrik, she added, "but it is very pretty."

   Henrik smiled at the two of them and chuckled. "Play nice, girls. Oh, look at that Honey. I think we'll be snowed in tonight. Hope the cars are okay."

   Chase glanced up at the window as well. "Yep... I should go and check in the morning. So, kids, who wants to open a present early?" He was clearly trying to get the concern out of everyone's heads, particularly Henrik and Sabrina. The three younger kids squealed while the teenage girl smiled and slowly approached.

   The doctor got up and passed presents to the four children now sitting in the floor. "One for Zoey," he mumbled, passing one to Chase's daughter. "One for Evie." He passed a gift to his younger daughter. "One for Garrett." Chase's son got a present. "And one for Sabrina." At last, he gave a present to his elder daughter. "Go ahead, open them."

   All four kids ripped theirs open immediately. Garrett held up a Nerf gun (just like his dad, Henrik thought) while Zoey cradled a stuffed cat. His little Evie was excitedly flipping through her new book about Egypt, and Sabrina was holding a box set of some sort of manga (Henrik knew nothing about anime, so Chase had handled that). She smiled up at her dad and said "thanks" quietly.

   "No, dear, thank Chase for that," Henrik said. Chase blushed a little.

   "Thank you, Mr. Brody." Sabrina had turned to his boyfriend, who just nodded and turned a darker shade of red.

   "Thanks Daddy!" Garrett cried, hugging one of Chase's legs. He patted his son's head in response.

   Then, Zoey frowned. Both Henrik and Chase wondered what it was until she cried out, "how will Santa get in tonight?"

   "Yeah!" Evie chimed in. "How's he gonna get in, Dad locks the door!" Henrik snickered a little, and Chase giggled.

   "He's gonna come down the chimney!" Garrett yelled. "Like whoosh!" He threw himself down onto the ground. The other two kids laughed while Sabrina stared at the fireplace.

   "Okay, okay, I think it's time for bed," Chase announced. Though all four kids groaned, he stayed firm. "You can all have one last cookie before bed. Then you have to go to sleep, or else Santa won't come." His kids skipped into the kitchen, and Henrik's followed. The doctor stayed in the living room to pick out a present for Chase as well. They were adults, but it was Christmas Eve, so what the hell.

   "Mr. Sheepy?"

   Henrik turned to see Zoey standing there with a bottle of water and her cat. "Yes, Dear?" he asked.

   "How is Santa gonna find us? We're not at home!" Zoey hugged her cat tighter.

   "Well, Santa can find anyone to give them presents." He patted her head and added "now come on, I can read you a story if you want."

   After all four kids were down, the two adults returned to the living room. Henrik tossed his boyfriend the gift to open. Chase opened it, revealing a new microphone (he'd been needing one for a while). He thanked Henrik, then went over and grabbed a gift for him in return.

   Surprised, the doctor unwrapped it. It was a painting set and a book all about flowers. "I... Chase?" He didn't know what to say, but Chase just came and sat next to him in his large armchair. "Thank you. I love you, Honey."

   "I love you too, Henrik." Chase pecked his lips, which turned into a full-on makeout session. It was quiet, however, since the kids were in the other room. Finally, Chase pulled away, both of them blushing. "So... Put the presents down, then sleep?"

   "Yeah, sounds good. And maybe one last thing to eat, I'm hungry. Get up now." Slowly, Chase got up and went into the kitchen, and Henrik got up and followed. Hell, even if they did get snowed in, it didn't matter that much. They all had each other.

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So uhh they ❤

Also, I'm sorry if there's any typos. I'm really tired.

-Jasper 🖤

[henrik-von-schneeplestein]

Schneeplebro Week Day 1

Prompt: Meet Cute

Word Count: 1627

Warnings: alcohol

Summary: presidential alert: the girls are FLIRTINGGGG

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Chase wandered the room awkwardly, eyes desperately searching for someone he knew or at least someone who didn’t look busy. This was no small task, considering it was a huge room full of people and he’d only ever spoken to about two or three of them.

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[the-pastel-kitsune]

Day One: Meet Cute

   Clouds swirled over the small town, which made for a gloomy atmosphere. There was going to be a storm soon. The streets were bare, stores nearly empty, and there was no noise. Not even the laughing of children or honking of almost broken down cars were present.

   And Chase loved it.

   Chase Brody was never really a serious guy. He liked to party and was laid-back, preferring to play around and have fun rather than fully commit to things. Yeah, he laughed a little more than he should have, but he really did care about stuff. Maybe that was why his divorce went to shit.

   But that was all behind him now. He and Stacy were still friends and he still cared for the kids, that was all that counted. As he walked down the sidewalk of the quiet town, he glanced at the windows of the shops. There were some displays of things like shoes or toys, not really anything he was interested in. Still, the entire town was nice.

   Chase was here for a vacation. It wasn't exactly an area he knew, and he loved it. The vlogger had been in the city his entire life, and admittingly had always been sort of sheltered and cared for. This was the place that his mother grew up, so he wanted to feel closer to her. He smiled and kicked a rock he saw. Perhaps when he got back to his motel he could make something to eat. Or, more likely, he'd find a fast food place to eat.

   There was a shop ahead that he'd passed once when driving in. He was pretty sure that it was a thrift store, but he hadn't paid too much attention. Someone opened the door and walked out. It was a man, tall and slender, wearing a turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. The first thought that popped into Chase's head was that he was a college professor.

   Once Chase got closer, he realized that the man was talking to someone who was still inside the store. Though he wasn't speaking English. If Chase had to place it, he'd say German. Getting even closer also revealed that he had glasses and dyed white hair. It was hard to guess his age, but Chase guess that this guy was older than him.

   The shop was indeed a thrift store, and Chase was tempted to go in. It looked strangely cozy. When he got close, the man stopped. He asked something in that language, but when Chase looked confused his face lit up. "Ah, another visitor," he said. "Do you need to go in?" Yep, that was definitely a German accent.

   "Uhh, yeah, I was considering checking the place out," Chase replied awkwardly. Nodding, the other man held the door open for him while he entered, then came back into the store. There were racks of clothes and shoes, some wigs and hats in the corner, and a small toy section at the far end.

   "You're not from around here," the guy commented. Chase nodded his head and mumbled something. "Ah, I haven't introduced myself, have I? Henrik Schneeplestein, nice to meet you."

   "Nice! I'm Chase, Chase Brody. I'm just in town for a vacation." He smiled and approached the toy section, figuring he could find something for his kids. Henrik followed him.

   "Brody, yes? I believe I've heard that name before. Where are you from?"

   "I drove in from a few hours away to clear my head." Henrik looked sickly up close. He was pale and had large eye bags, and seemed tired. Little spots of grey hair were visible in his beard and sides of his head. "So, you're from around here?"

   "No, no, just visiting my brother for a few weeks. He's the worker over there." He nodded towards the front. "Hmm, toys. You collect?"

   "No, no, I have kids. I was thinking of bringing some home for them." Chase wasn't sure what else to say. His hand grazed over a rag doll with black yarn hair and a black dress. It was cute, and he picked it up. "Aww, cute!" He glanced around for something for his son, and found a matching rag doll with a black suit. "Perfect."

   "Oh, that reminds me, where are you staying?" Henrik asked. "I've been here a few times, I can show you around if you need anything." Chase smiled at him, then hid his face. This guy was kind of cute, he couldn't help but continue glancing at him. The white hair and light clothes made his presence seem like that of an angel.

   "Uhh... It's just a block from here, I think." Think, Chase, think! "I'd love the help, thank you. I think this is all I'm getting, I wasn't really planning on stopping here." He headed for the counter, who took the dolls and was ringing them up. They exchanged money and made some small talk with Henrik joining in after half a minute. "Have a nice day!" he called over his shoulder as he left. Henrik's brother shouted something in German. Henrik left with him.

   "Ah, I think I know where you're staying now. It's a nice hotel, definitely a good choice. Perhaps I can visit and help if you need anything."

   "Huh, yeah, that'll be nice. Umm... If you don't mind me pointing it out, aren't you tired? You kinda seem like you are." Chase waited to be yelled at, but instead Henrik laughed.

   "No, not really. The sickly look runs in my family. You saw my brother. Which is ironic." He chuckled.

   "Oh?"

   "Yes, I'm a doctor. My patients are usually off-put by how I look." They were in front of the hotel Chase was staying at now, surprising him. How long had they been talking? Or was it that short of a walk? "Do you need anything else?"

   "Your number would be nice," Chase said before he could stop yourself. Horrified, he started sputtering and tried to backtrack, but Henrik laughed again.

   "No, it's fine." The other man put his hand out for Chase's phone, and Chase gave it to him. As Henrik typed, Chase glanced over his glasses. His eyes were bright green and full of life. Even though Henrik seemed old and worn, there was a spark in his eyes. Or something like that. Henrik gave the phone back and winked, then added, "you're quite smooth, Mr. Brody. I like you."

   He left Chase feeling like he was floating on a cloud.

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✨come get y'all juice✨

Aka I'm v v soft for them.

-Jasper 🖤

[schneeplebro-week]

Hello everyone, today is officially the first day of this year's Schneeplebro week! Can't wait to see what everyone's posts the next few days!

[schneeplebro-week]

Hey everyone! Friendly reminder that tomorrow is the first day of this years Schneeplebro Week! Tomorrow’s prompt is “Meet Cute.”Also, don’t forget to use the tags “schneeplebro week” and “schneeplebro week 2020” on your posts. Can’t wait to see all of your amazing works! -BasilOaks 🌼🌿

[basiloaks]

Hey guys! I’ve finally finished up my exams (and my first semester of college :D), and because I’m on winter break and have some extra time on my hands, I’m planning on holding the second annual Schneeplebro Week next week, December 7-13! I'll be posting the prompt list for this year later today, so keep an eye out for that! Be sure to tag your posts using the tags ”schneeplebro week” and ”schneeplebro week 2020” on your posts. Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!- BasilOaks 🌼🌿

Ps. I'm working on a few behind the scenes projects that I'm hoping to make some progress on this month, so keep an eye out for those too ;)

[lace-maze]

So…

If you’ve read my contributions to @schneeplebro-week‘s Day 1 and 2, you might recognize this story. I’ve gone back, re-edited and added about 1400+ words because I’m kinda a masochist and can’t move on to other fics. Oof.

If not, hi, hello, new Schneeplebro High School AU story for you! 

Allow me to introduce you to: It’s My Party (ao3 link). Hope you enjoy! 💖 

Summary: 

Henrik is not ashamed to admit he misses the teen, even if he has not built up the courage to tell Chase that instead of silently nursing a wounded heart. He can acknowledge the only reason he agreed to this celebration was as an excuse to see him, even if he would have rather spent it alone with Chase at one of their favorite meeting spots.

***

The only gift he needs is Henrik himself, but he doesn’t tell him that. It’s another of those sentiments Chase finds himself thinking about lately with Henrik. In fact, he has a lot of new thoughts and feelings surrounding Henrik, but he always stops himself from saying them out loud.

Two very different birthdays for two best friends each with a wish for the other that ends in very different results.

[lace-maze]

Belated Schneeplebro Week-Day 2

Hi hello! I am so unbelievably sorry it took so long to get this written and posted. Last week was crazy stressful and this upload took a life of its own. It’s nearly twice the length of the first part so hopefully that makes up for the delay a bit. Again, sorry. Hope you enjoy! 💖

A Continuation of: Part 1

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[schneeplebro-week]

Schneeplebro Week 2019 is officially over as of this past Sunday, but I just want to take a moment to say thank you to everyone who participated. The work everyone posted throughout the week was absolutely amazing! And while there were a few issues (namely I noticed the tag not working for some people), I think the past week went incredible. Hopefully, if people would like to do this again, we can improve for next year. Again, thank you all for taking the time and energy to join in on the fun!

[anothersillyfanblog]

Schneeplebro week bigboi post #1

Okay so I actually haven’t written much, sorry! I also haven’t stuck totally to the prompts but I kinda like what I’ve done. P.s I will be posting day seven tomorrow, I haven’t quite finished it.

Day one

Chase only gave the occasional commentary throughout the movie. It came in the form of a gasp or excitedly grabbing Henrik’s arm, as was the ‘Chase’ way, and was a total opposite to Henrik’s silent concentration. At one point, Chase grabbed Schneep’s arm- but he didn’t let go. Instead, he rested his head on Henrik’s shoulder.

Schneep hardly registered what had happened until the credits started and he turned his head to see Chase fast asleep and breathing heavily. He was just sat there, legs sprawled slightly, nearly falling off of the sofa, with his eyes softly shut. He looked absolutely perfect. Some might say that was where it began- for Henrik.

Day two

It was a ridiculously quiet shift. One of those horribly uncomfortable ones, where you practically breathe boredom and long for the clock to chime with every part of your being. His phone buzzed.

-Hey-

It was chase, which wasn’t surprising. -I can’t text while I’m at work- -What are you doing now then?- -Very funny-

Henrik smiled, then checked to see if anything had happened. He had to stay focused: no Chase-related distractions.

-Actually I really need to tell you something- -I am at work- -You don’t have to read it now I just can’t say it to you in person-

He sighed. Why did people have to be so cryptic? Life was already complicated as it was; if he didn’t need to look at it, he wouldn’t. So at the end of the shift, he got his coat on and checked his phone. (1) new messages

-I’m sorry but I love you-

Day three

The barista was used to seeing a variety of couples enter the coffee shop. Old ones, who had been together for as long as anyone knew, to couples who had gotten together that very day! Straight, gay, goth, punk. Hipster, geek, drop-outs, lawyers, artists- so many people, many of them adorable couples, the guys who’d just entered were another addition to the coffee shop’s history. They smiled, seeing the two men walk in hand in hand.

The two of them seemed to be comfortable around each other, which was good. It was painful when he had to listen to uncomfortable conversation. One had a distinctive German accent and a pair of glasses sitting on his nose. His date was a guy in a baseball cap and a tattoo on his arm. The barista saw many people like the German- neat, cute, kinda stressed, slightly nerdy- but very few like the other guy. In fact, there was only one guy who entered the shop wearing a hat like that…

Bing? Okay, so there might actually be two guys who came in dressed like that.

“Hey Chase! What can I get ya?” They asked. “Hiya Andy, I’ll have a cappuccino and…” he waved his arms at his date. “I’ll have a black coffee.” The guy seemed genuinely confident in his choice, unlike many who Andy had seen who just chose black to impress people.

“Alright” Andy smiled “And who are you?” “Henrik Von Schneeplestien. You’re not gonna try to write that, are you?” he asked. “No, just wanted to know in case Chase drags you back here.” They turned around to get started on the orders.

From where he was stood, it looked like the date went well. There were a lot of smiles, a lot of laughing, a bit of flirting… the kind that made Andy think they’d come back again.

“Would you bet on them?” Chloe, their co-worker, had asked them. Andy turned the sign on the door to ‘closed’. “I mean, Chase has never been on a date, for as long as I’ve worked here, so I’d say it’s kinda serious.” “So…” “I’m not betting on someone’s love life!” Andy protested “But if I was, then yeah- I would. They’ll come back.”