The Septic House

Welcome to The Septic House! Mind your step! (REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN!! Ask blog, sometimes 18+ (cursing/gore) Minors DNI🔞)

[theseptichouse]

Now that all of the characters have been revealed, the ask box is now open! Feel free to ask any member of the house your burning questions! (I will be making a master list and dropping more lore soon! Thanks for stopping by 💚)

*Welcome to our home!*-Jameson

Stop by anytime! :)! -Jackie

Do ask about me ;) - Marvin

Please don't make it weird. -Chase

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Cookin by the Book

Chase Brody x Reader

No warnings, just tooth rotting fluff because I NEED happy Chase.

"What's up guys! My name's Chase and welcome to Bro Average! Now you might notice that I'm not with Bing today but that's because this is a special episode!” Chase talked to the camera with a huge smile on his face, his voice echoing in the kitchen. “That’s right! Today I’m joined here by the one and only Y/N!!!” He gestured to you wildly, clapping and hooting.

“I’m here to make sure Chase doesn’t blow up the kitchen! Have you even cooked before?” You raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

“Excuse me, I will not tolerate this type of abuse on my channel! Yes, I've cooked before.” He responded with mock hurt, wiping away a fake tear. 

“Dinosaur chicken nuggets and mac & cheese don't count as baking Brody.” You laughed as his face flushed with embarrassment. 

“Alright shit talking aside, today instead of making a cake together we’re gonna be making each other cakes and the loser has to clean up the mess we’re gonna make!” Chase returned his attention back to the camera.

“I’m very excited to watch you clean the kitchen.” You cackle.   

“I’ll show you! This is gonna be the best goddamn cake anyone has ever seen!” He slammed the box of Betty Crocker cake mix down on the counter. “Today I’m going with a nice and moist double chocolate cake! Because it's a classic, but also because it’s your favorite.” 

“Never EVER say moist again but I do feel truly loved in this Chili’s tonight that you picked my favorite.” You chuckled at him. “I’m going with a nice angel food cake to make an absolutely dope strawberry shortcake.” 

“Sounds complex! Are you sure you’re up for the challenge babe?” Chase crossed his arms and looked down at you, a taunting smirk on his face.

“Bring it on Brody.” You returned the smirk.

“LETS BAAAAKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” He yelled, probably alerting the rest of the house, probably the rest of the country, that it was time. 

You both set out to your work, dancing around each other with precision. You snuck a glance at him and noticed his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in determination, cute. He caught you looking and flashed a smile before coming closer.

“Looking at me isn’t gonna help you win.” Chase whispered teasingly, placing a kiss to your forehead as he grabbed an egg from next to you.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I was checking to see how badly youre fucking up my cake.” Your cheeks tinted pink and you returned focus to pouring the batter into the bowls.

“I don’t think you're supposed to put those in that kind of pan babe.” He pointed out. “What did you do with the box?” 

“Yeeted that fucker. I’ve done this before so I don't need a box.” You rolled your eyes at him, internally panicked that you actually weren't using the right pans.

“Risky move viewers! Let's see how it works out for them!” Chase pointed to the camera. 

“Don’t fucking British bake off me, I’m the Gorden Ramsay of cakes, youre like… uh… the damnit, edit that out.” You laughed at your own frustration to try to insult him.

“I’m keeping that in.” Chase didn’t even look up as he whisked his batter. You huffed but returned your attention back to the cake. You worked in a dead silence that consumed the entire kitchen that eventually ended when both of the cakes were put in the oven. 

“I’m gonna edit that last bit into a nice little montage. We can just chill while the cakes are baking.” He walked over to the camera and switched it off. He hesitated before turning around, fiddling with the knobs on the ring light. “Do you really think I'm bad at cooking? I mean… I've been trying to learn how to make more advanced things from Jameson but…”

“Cheese.” You walked over to him and held his cheeks with batter speckled hands. “I was just teasing you for the video, I think you’re really good at cooking and I really appreciate you and how much you try.” You leaned up on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his nose as he blushed.  

“I knew that… I was just uh... “ He took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair while he thought. “Thank you.” he sighed. 

“Of course Cheese, you gotta stop being so hard on yourself, but I do have to say I think I have this competition in the bag!” You reached up to boop his nose before hauling ass in the direction of the living room. He yelled after you but you ignored him and kept running, laughing all around the house until he cornered you in his streaming room. 

“Brody please, come on we can talk about this.” He crept in, hands at the ready for a tickle attack when thankfully the oven timer went off. You went to breathe a sigh of relief when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Despite laughing and screaming he didn’t put you down until you reached the kitchen, placing you on the counter. He adjusted the camera and filmed himself taking them out of the oven before placing them on top to cool. 

“Do you wanna play minecraft while we wait for them to cool off?” He took off the oven mitts and gestured to the living room. You shrugged and went to hop off the counter but he was faster and picked you up again, carrying you to the couch. You both played minecraft, snuggled into each other for who knows how long before returning to the kitchen to ice the cakes. You taunted each other, Chase flicked icing at you as you threw a strawberry at him. Eventually with the kitchen in even more of a mess, you showed your finished cakes to the camera. 

“Clearly mine is the best, look at that sprinkle action baby!” He tilted the cake to show it off to the camera. 

“Yeah but look at these fresh ass strawberries, the plating and presentation.” You took your turn to hype up your cake. You both gave each other a decent portion and handed the plate to the other, you took a big forkful of Chase’s and it was incredible. 

“Oh this is it. This is fuckin it. This is absolutely poggers, this is an angel food cake made by an actual angel!” Chase exclaimed dramatically after he took a bite of your cake. 

“Yours isn't too shabby either!” You said eating another slice. “So how do we pick the winner now, do we bring in someone else?” 

“Hmmm.” Chase paused for a moment to take a fork full off of your plate of his cake. “Nah, I think we’ll call it even, it's honestly a win just because we didn’t burn the house to the ground, or we let the viewers decide who won!” 

“Chase, they can’t eat the cakes.” You laughed and placed a finger full of whipped cream on his nose.

“That’s too bad this cake is pretty baller.” He said after he swallowed another bite. “Well that's all for this video folks! If you liked it, punch that like button IN THE FACE and high fives all around!” He gave you a high five that you weren't ready for and the plate you were holding fell to the ground as you both screamed. 

“GODDAMNIT NOT THE CAKE.” You cried looking down at what was definitely going to stain the floor. 

“I’ll edit that out.” He leaned down to place a kiss on your head.

“You're cleaning that up!” You yelled as he laughed and went to turn the camera off. 

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Hello little eggs in my phone!!! Im opening a special request series because I'm so excited for Halloween that I'm taking old Egotober requests in August (and probably September)!!

Send me an ask with a number from the list below and whatever ego/ or ego pairing you want! (Rules and who i write for here!) You can be as specific as you want! But PLEASE specify if you want the number from the 2023 list or the 2024 list lol.

Happy hauntings! (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

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"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

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Septic Egos as types of hugs they would give you! 💚🫂

Jameson:

A kind and soft hug where he runs a hand down your back gently. Soft, warm, and comforting 🥹

Anti:

Homie is not a hugger but if he's gonna hug you, its gonna be out of sight from everyone else and a hug from behind. Don't look at him 😮‍💨 he will tell you to fuck off (he doesn't mean it) and that this is a one time thing (its not).

Marvin:

His ass is DRAMATIC!!! Picking you up and spinning you around!! Hold on tight!

Jackie:

I hope you didn't like your bones 💀 he's crushing you in a hug. Jackie doesn't know his own strength sometimes, and unfortunately (or fortunately) giving hugs is one of those times.

Chase:

Chase needs a hug. Give him a hug, please!!!! He's been through so much 😭 he's gonna hold on to you like you're the only thing keeping him teathered to the earth. Big tight warm hugs 🥹

Henrik:

Also not one for physical affection but will hug you. Won't ever initiate the hug but will let you hold him for as long as you need.

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How the Septics would react to you telling them that you love them first! 💚💚💚

Warnings: Cursing, Henriks is a little suggestive (sorry, I'm so down bad for him 😮‍💨), Anti's contains yelling and fighting but not physically. Under the cut because it's so long! Enjoy! :)

Jackie

To say that Jackie looked rough would be an understatement, he had definitely bitten off more than he could chew and he could feel it in every inch of his body. Jackie had once again saved the day but at what cost, you sighed as you looked down at him, your hands carding through his neon green hair.

“Always the same Scheiße with this kid. Wearing his binder too long, jumping off buildings too high, not landing properly, und not picking up civilians with his knees.” Henrik huffed as he brought in his medical bag and plopped it on the chair next to the bed. “He’ll be okay, just needs some extra patching up.” He gave you a reassuring smile after seeing how worried you looked.

“Thanks Schneep.” You gave him a small smile in return, and moved out of the way so he could do his work.

Once Henrik had finished bandaging Jackie up you went back to your vigilant watch over the hero. His face was still contorted in a little bit of pain so you leaned forward and gently placed a kiss to his forehead, hoping the small comfort would help.

“I hate to see you like this Jackie, please take better care of yourself, I love you so much.” You said quietly as tears welled up in your eyes.

“If it took getting the shit kicked out of me for you to tell me you loved me, maybe I should do it more often.” Jackie said, trying to laugh but wincing at the pain.

“You’re an idiot.” You huffed at him as he cracked an eye open.

“Don’t cry over me, I’ll be fine, I’ve gotta keep the world safe so my favorite person can enjoy it. It’s a hard job but I love what I do.” A lazy smile overtook his face.

“Henrik clearly overdosed you, you’re high and you don’t know what you’re saying.” You blush furiously. You and Jackie had flirted for years but this was the most serious conversation you’ve ever had, did he really feel like that?

“Whatever you say, beautiful!” Jackie smiled even wider, enjoying the fact that his words had such an effect on you. “Once I’m out of here I’ll take you on a nice date.”

“We’ll see if you remember.” You laughed ruffling his hair. “Now get some rest before I tell on you.”

“Fine, fine.” Jackie went to wave you off but winced in pain. “But I think you telling me you love me again would make me heal faster.” He smirked as you groaned.

Marvin

Marvin stood on the stage in the spotlight, tonight was supposed to be his big night, his lucky break, everything he had been working for finally coming together. His hopes and dreams were dashed on the rocks as he looked out to the crowd to see that the audience was empty. Not a single person in a single chair. Had he gotten the date wrong? Had he not advertised well enough? Surely one of his friends would be here, they said they wouldn’t miss it for the world!

Nobody came. Nobody came. His head pounded, and he felt anger coursing through his veins, his true power trying to escape, but he held it back. Marvin heard a door in the back squeak open, and you walked into the theater, a giant bouquet of green roses in your arms. You shuffled your way to the front and hopped on the stage to greet the magician.

“Hey kitty-” You started to say but you dropped the bouquet as he pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so glad to see you bunny.” Marvin sobbed out. “I knew I could count on you, thank you, thank you.”

“Marv whats wrong?” You patted his back gently as he continued to sob.

“Nobody came.” He said between deep breaths.

“Is that what you’re upset about, oh you silly kitty, I love you so much.” You laughed softly.

“Of course that’s what I'm upset about! No one came to see me, this was supposed to be- did you say you love me?” He cut himself off mid sentence to look down at you, his blush burning his face under the mask.

“I uh wanted to tell you in a better, like more romantic way but it just kinda fell out, it seemed like you needed to hear it.” Your face also flushed and you looked down at the floor where you had dropped the roses.

“Oh bunny, thank you so much.” His eyes welled up with tears again and he flung his mask off before picking you up to spin you around. While he held you in the air, your eyes locked and before you could even think about it you both met in the middle, lips colliding in a soft kiss. Marvin held on to you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded and your hands tangled in his long green hair.

“Damn at least buy her dinner first!” Chase called from the audience, along with hoots and hollers from the other egos.

“You guys made it!” Marvin said in excitement, still holding on to you.

“Duh, the show doesn’t start for another hour.” Anti teased him, earning himself a smack on the arm and a stern look from Jameson.

“Sorry kitty, I tried to tell you but I got distracted.” You giggled at him and he huffed at you in mock annoyance, placing you back down and crossing his arms.

“Apology accepted, now let's find you the best seat in the house.” Marvin smiled at you so brightly and took your hand to lead you off the stage.

Henrik

Henrik took off his glasses and ran a hand down his face, the document he had open stared back at him, mockingly. He needed to finish this, just a couple more sentences and he could sleep for the first time in who knows how long. Maybe another coffee would help? He rolled his chair back with a sigh and shuffled off in the direction of the kitchen. He almost quite literally bumped into you on his way there and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Hen? Why are you awake?” You rubbed your eyes as if not quite believing the sight of the doctor in front of you. Of all the egos you could’ve run into at this hour you didn’t expect to see Henrik.

“I was just about to put on another pot of coffee, would you like some?” He gave you a small smile, clearly not expecting to see you either.

“Dude it’s like 3 am, you should be asleep not drinking more coffee! How long have you been awake?” You scolded him, trying to keep your voice down as to not wake the other egos.

“It’s only been…. Um…” He trailed off, he truly couldn’t remember the last time he had properly slept.

“Henrik.” You sighed and took him by the hand, pulling him towards your room. Sometimes he got like this, the days where he was putting his work and everyone else above himself. Usually he snapped out of it before it got too bad but it looks like he was nearing that point and you were determined to stop him.

“I promise I only have to write two more little sentences then I can go to bed, I promise.” He pleaded and you looked up at him, taking in his disheveled state with bags under his eyes and a growing 5 o'clock shadow.

“Damn that sounds like a problem for tomorrow Henrik to me.” You grinned and laced your fingers together to get a better grip and dragged him down the hall to your room.

Henrik begrudgingly accepted his fate and followed you down the hallway. You reached your door and you nervously let him in, thankfully you had remembered to clean your room earlier.

“Welcome to my room!” You smiled, shutting the door behind you. “You’re trapped here until you have had a full 8 hours of sleep.” You tease.

“Fine, fine.” Henrik huffs, sitting on the edge of your bed. “What are you going to do while I sleep?”

“I’m gonna sleep too?” You gave him a questioning look.

“But there’s only one bed.” Herink retorted. “I’ll sleep on the floor and you go back to sleep in your bed.”

“You need rest more than I do doc, I promise I don’t have bed bugs and my stuffed animals don’t bite.” You said picking up a plushie to throw at him.

“The only logical solution here is that we share the bed, I will put pillows in the middle so as to not disturb you.” He announces and begins making a line in the middle of the bed of pillows.

“Fine, whatever gets you to sleep.” Your face flushes, this is not how you envisioned this to go. Henrik nodded in agreement before he began taking his shirt off.

“WOAH OKAY.” you put your hands over your eyes and spin around at the speed of light.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I usually sleep with my shirt off but I can put it back on if that makes it better." He asks, face unreadable.

“Nope, if that's how you sleep then just get into bed please, just took me by surprise is all.” You word vomit, trying to will the blush off your face.

It's fine, everything is fine, there’s just a very hot doctor that you have a very big crush on in your bed, with you! Shirtless. It's gonna be okay! You hype yourself up.

He nestled into bed on his side of the pillow wall but still didn’t look relaxed.

“I don’t bite either." Henrik looks up at you, probably wondering why you haven’t gotten into bed yet.

‘That's a shame.’ you mutter under your breath, turning out the light then sliding into your side of the bed. You stare up at the ceiling, not tired at all which is why you were up in the first place.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He says softly into the darkness.

“I care about you, I've always cared about you. I hate when you get like this it makes me so worried.” You respond.

“I know I can be stubborn sometimes, but I just want to be able to give this family the best.” He admits.

“You do give us the best, I just wish you would give yourself the best too, we love you Henrik. I love you.” The admission falls so easily from your lips and before you can take it back he throws the pillow that was between your heads.

“You love me?” He asks, a break in his voice that hurts your heart.

“Of course I do. Why do you think I make sure you have lunch for the day and refill your coffee when I notice you're out? I always tell you to be safe at the hospital and send you dumb memes that I hope make you smile.”

“Some of them are a little cringe.” He leans closer to look at you in the moonlight.

“Oh fuck off, I’m bearing my soul here.” You gently pat his cheek.

“Oh no please continue because I’ve noticed you do all of these little things for me and it has made me fall in love with you too.” He gets closer and you can feel his breath on your lips.

“If I kiss you right now will you promise to take better care of yourself?” You whisper.

“I think I can handle that.” He nods as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You stare into his sapphire eyes before your eyes flutter closed and he places a gentle careful kiss on your lips. You huff in frustration before grabbing the back of his head and forcing your lips back together, he hums in surprise.

“How do you expect me to sleep now when you kiss me like that hmm?” He asks with a light chuckle.

“I’ll never kiss you again if you don’t go to sleep.” You retort.

“Yes Liebling.” He sighs before throwing the rest of the pillows off the bed and pulling you close to his body, once you're snuggled into his hold you hear his breath even out before sleep overtakes you too.

Chase

The sun is setting, making cotton candy hues appear in the sky as you sit in the skate park with Chase, it was one of those perfect summer days you wished would never end. It was perfect, Chase was perfect, his hair all messed up after he took his hat off and ran his hands through his hair. You scooted over to lay your head on his legs and look up at the sky. He flinched at the contact, making your heart sink but then he moved to make you more comfortable.

“I love you.” You said, not looking at him as a heavy blush overtook your cheeks.

“Like for real?” Chase looked down at you, his face framed by the stunning sky.

“Of course, like for real!” You laughed at him.

“Like do you like-like me? Or just ya know like a friend I love you?” He was frantic, searching your face for an answer. God he had been through this before and he wasn’t ready to get his hopes shattered again if you were just messing with him.

“I like-like you Chase, that's why I said I love you and not you’re like a brother to me.” You chuckled at him.

“Oh thank fuck.” He laughed and it was like music to your ears, in the years you had known Chase getting a real and true laugh out of him was hard. He had been through so much and you wanted to love him the way he deserved to be loved.

“So do you-” You started to ask but he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft but firm kiss.

“I love you so much.” He breathes against your lips. “And that scares me.”

“We will figure this out together Chase, I want to make you happy.” You gently cup his face and he smiles wider than you've ever seen as tears roll down his cheeks.

“Thank you.” he sniffles.

"Hey! No crying Brody! Let's go get ice cream, my treat for my favorite boy." You stood up and offered him a hand. You were determined to make Chase happier than he had ever been. As Chase took your hand he was thinking the exact same thing, he was ready to be happy again and make you happy in return.

Anti

“Fucking hell! I cant believe you heathens won’t eat my cooking!” You cried looking at the untouched pile of pancakes on the table. Jameson had at least put a single pancake on his plate out of pity.

“You’re as good of a cook as Henrik is a doctor, and you forgot my drink.” Anti sneered. Henrik made no comment, just rolled his eyes, another typical day in the Septic house.

“Well fuck, sorry I forgot I was your fucking maid! Do you want tea or coffee, your majesty!?” You crossed your arms, glaring across the counter at the glitch demon.

“I’ll cook tomorrow!” Jackie beamed, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Stay out of this Jackie!” You and Anti both yelled at the same time, causing you to glare at each other harder. Jackie shrugged and piled more hashbrowns onto his plate, he had done as much as he could do.

“Anti you don’t fucking do anything around here! You work one fourth of the fucking year, eat all the goddamn food, and leave shit for me to clean!” As soon as your voice was raised almost all of them scattered, Chase out of his hate of conflict, Henrik out of not wanting to be involved, and Marvin out of fear.

“I protect this family!” Anti said not backing down, his gitching was starting to come in worse than usual, Jameson shot him a worried glance. “Do you think being a demon is easy? Do you think I asked for this fucking neck scar? Do you think I asked to live in this fucking house with all you assholes?!” His glitch got worse with every word until he was making all the lights flicker.

“Then what’s keeping you here? The fact that you can’t go anywhere else? Do you think we want you here?” Your words hit him like a slap across the face.

“Leaving would be too fucking convient for you princess.” He crossed the distance between you to say it directly to your face.

“Why do you guys have to fight, this house is so special, please don’t leave us Anti.” Jackie had tears running down his face, which immediately softened both of you. You didn’t think your angry words would have such an effect on the hero. Jameson gave you both a stern look and then walked out, taking Jackie with him.

Neither of you said anything after they left the room, Anti’s glitching eventually calmed down as his anger wore off. You finally met each other’s eyes, you opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off. His lips crashed angrily into yours, and he pulled you as close to his body as you could physically get.

“I’m so sorry.” You both said at the same time as you pulled away, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a tight squeeze.

“You belong here, and I love you so so much.” You said and I swore I could feel him smile into your shoulder.

“That’s the first time you said that to me.” He breathed out, almost in shock. “I wish it was under better circumstances and not just because I was being a dick.”

“I’ve always loved you Anti, I’m sorry it took me lashing out to say it.” You moved so you were facing each other again.

“I know.” Anti let out a deep sigh. “Your cooking still sucks though.” He let out a laugh as he backed away.

“And you’re still a jobless loser.” You hit his ass with the spatula within reach with a grin. “So tea or coffee?”

“You’re gonna pour salt into whichever I choose so see if I give a shit.” Anti rolled his eyes, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Coffee it is.” You turned around and Anti wrapped his arms around your waist as you fiddled with the coffee machine, resting his head on your shoulder. Anti was never one for affection outside of where no one could see him so it threw you off for a moment.

“If you tell anyone I did this I’ll kill you.” He placed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“I know you're secretly a soft boy.” you reached up to ruffle his dark green mop.

“Yeah but I’m a bigger asshole.” He said before licking the side of your face and then running off before you could catch him.

Jameson

The air was that perfect fall air, where it smelled amazing, like fresh fallen leaves and it wasn’t too cold yet. The leaves crunched under your boots as you went out of your way to try to step on all of the extra crispy ones.

‘Don’t spill your tea!’ Jameson warned with a warm smile.

He looked away almost immediately, his cheeks now bright red as he returned his attention to the ducks with a sharp nod, but his hand dropped down towards yours, grazing it briefly. You felt a burst of confidence and took his gloved hand into yours, interlocking your fingers. Jameson looked astounded that you had taken his hand, turning back to you his eyes were wide.

“I won’t!” You promised before taking another sip of the unfortunately still on fire drink.

You slowed your leaf crunch adventure to walk more slowly along Jameson’s side as he wandered over towards the railing to look at the ducks swimming in the water. While he was admiring the ducks you took a moment to take in his side profile- his cheeks were dusted pink from the slight chill in the air, his usual bowler hat was traded out for a news boy cap, his mustache was beautifully groomed and the blue of the water reflected in his eyes which were suddenly looking at you.

‘I love you.’ You signed with a very practiced motion. You had practiced over and over again in the mirror for the last week before you felt confident enough to ask Jameson to go on a walk with you so you could finally tell him.

‘I want to hear you say it.’ He responded after a stunned moment.

“I love you, Jameson Jackson.” You leaned forward, taking his face in your hands, his cheeks now a dark red as he looked into your eyes.

‘I love you too.’ He mouths back at you, his eyes glossy.

“Don’t cry Gem!” You place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

‘I wish I could tell you how I feel out loud, this is so frustrating.’ He signs swiftly, a bitter look on his face.

“You tell me every day with your actions! You always make sure I'm comfortable and you are the perfect gentleman, I adore you Jamie.” You admit, smiling at him.

‘I want to court you properly, I will write you letters.’ He promises.

“I’ll cherish every single one.” You giggle.

‘Let’s go home, you’ll catch a chill out here.’ He’s flustered again as he takes your hand in his, leading you out of the park. You decide to follow him anywhere he was leading you for the rest of time.

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Sunday Morning

Henrik x Reader, gn reader, a little suggestive but mostly tooth rotting fluff!!!!! I'm still working on requests but I had a brain worm for my favorite boy!!!!!!! I love heeeeeeeeeeeee 💚💚💚

The sunlight streaked through the curtains, the gentle rays landing on Henrik’s head making the greys in his hair stick out more. You glanced down from your phone to take in the sight of it before he started to stir. He looked so at peace, chest rising and falling with every breath and it made you fall even deeper for him. 

“Good morning sunshine!” You smiled down at him.

“Hmph.” He groaned back waving an arm in the air and snuggled closer to you, moving his head from the pillow to your lap. You laughed softly and moved your hand to his head, gently playing with the strands. 

“Scheiße.” Henrik hissed out and shot up. “What time is it? I’m late for work! Why didn’t you say anything!!” 

“It’s your day off, Schneep, lay back down.” You laughed at his frazzled state. 

“Right…” He let his weight fall back onto the bed. 

“Sounds like you need to take more days off.” You chuckled, putting your hands back in his hair. 

“Yeah yeah.” He waved you off again, making himself more comfortable against you. 

“I’m serious.” You huff. 

“Hi serious, I’m doctor Schneeplestein.” Henrik laughed at you, head buried in the blankets muffling his voice. 

“The holy preacher of mental health has been ignoring his own mental health!” You roll your eyes. “Imagine if Chase worked himself to death like you’re doing.” 

“Yes Prinzessin, message heard loud and clear.” He turned over to lay on his back and look up at you. 

“Good.” You huffed again in mock annoyance. 

“Your bed head looks adorable.” His eyes locked with yours and you began to drown in their blue ocean as he moved closer. You let out a soft sigh as his lips met yours and he kissed you sweetly, taking his time to savor every second. You leaned down to kiss him more, his hands coming up to pull you down to him, your breath catching in your throat from the love you felt in that moment. 

“Ich liebe dich.” He said, lips hovering above yours.

“Your accent is too much in the morning, you're gonna give me a heart attack.” You mutter back before recapturing his lips.

“Good thing I’m a doctor, I’ll save you Liebling.” He let his voice deepen on the last word making your cheeks flush. “You were right, I do need to take better care of my mental health, I'd like to start by staying in bed with you all day, the rest would be good for us.” Henrik dove back in, his kisses getting a little sloppier with need. 

“GOOD MORNIN FUCKERS!!!!” The door was suddenly kicked open to reveal Chase with a nerf gun. “RISE AND SHINE! JAMIE MADE PUMPKIN CINNAMON PANCAKES!” 

“Good morning Chase.” You laughed as Henrik began cursing him out in German and throwing pillows at him as Chase shot nerf darts at him. Sensing that he wouldn’t win this battle Chase tucked and rolled back out the door. 

“Well I needed coffee anyway.” Henrik rolled his eyes, annoyed at the interruption.

“You’re gonna need your energy to stay in bed with me all day.” You teased, kissing his nose. 

“You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Right.” He managed to get out a coherent sentence before standing up and pulled you out of bed before throwing you over his shoulder. “Let's go before those heathens take all the pancakes. Jackie eats like a starving Victorian child.” 

You were giggling so hard you thought he was going to drop you but you let yourself get whisked away to breakfast, the bed would still be there later and Jameson’s famous pancakes were to die for. 

[unlikely-cypher]

Rainy days

Marvin x reader

Warnings: Self doubt, bad self-talk, the lightest of hurt/comfort.

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The rain poured down, not just like a normal summer storm, it was fucking pouring. Marvin, having just been fired from the sixth magic store in the last four months, was out walking home in it. No umbrella because he didn't know it was going to rain and no ride home because he didn’t want to admit his failure to anyone yet. He was soaked to the bone by the time he walked up the driveway, where he spotted your car, great the last person he wanted to disappoint right now. He walked in the door, letting his bag hit the hardwood floor with a thud and a gross squishy noise.

“Marvin?” Your voice called out to him as he went to walk up the stairs. He froze and weighed his options, wishing he could actually fucking vanish. “Fuck, Marvin you’re soaking wet, why didn’t you call me?” you frowned at his state. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” Marvin tried to make a dramatic sweep up the stairs with his cape but ended up flicking water everywhere. You stayed at the bottom of the steps, waiting. Afrer hearing his door slam shut, you make your descent back into the kitchen. You let the kettle boil as you planned your battle strategy. Two hot cups of tea, fresh clothes, and a blanket right out of the dryer later you made your way upstairs. 

“Marv?” You gently knocked on his door. No response. “Marv I have a ton of shit in my hands and I literally can't open the door.” You waited, then heard shuffling behind the door. He opened the door, still in his soaking wet clothes and a giant frown on his face that broke your heart. 

“Put these on, then drink this.” You handed him the dry clothes and the tea, he took it, a blush flushing his face. He had failed, why were you being so kind to him? Maybe you hadn’t put it together yet. 

“I got fired today.” Marvin exhaled the breath he had been holding since he walked in the door.

“I know.” You reply softly. He changed and then you led him back downstairs by the hand as he sipped his tea. “Sit.” you gestured to the recliner and he did as he was told. A blanket was draped over him as you tucked him in, you vanished for a moment then returned with a towel. Hocus Pocus was put on the tv while you dried his long green locks then combed gently through them.

“How do you feel?” You asked fidgeting with his top earring. 

“A Lot better” He sighed almost too content. 

“I don’t care that you got fired, none of us really do. You don’t have to work but I’m proud of you for trying your best.” You took his face in your hands smiling down at the magician. “Next time please just call me, you’re definitely gonna get sick and you can explain to Henrik why.” You gently dragged your fingers along his scalp. 

“Mmh.” Marvin nodded, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.” His voice was barely a whisper. It only took a couple of moments for your fingers to work a little magic of her own and then he was out. You kissed his forehead then undid the blanket to scoot into his lap, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as you enjoyed the movie. 

[chaseisglitched]

🩵 🩷 🤍 🩷 🩵

[unlikely-cypher]

S̷t̸u̴p̶i̵d̵ ̷F̷o̶r̴ ̶Y̷o̵u̶

Anti x reader

Warnings: surprisingly none, Soft!Anti, cursing, mentions of violence.

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Anti stood outside the Iplier manor, his anger festering making his glitches worsen. He was at the end of his rope, he had to be if he came here. He hesitated before knocking on the large wooden door. No one responded for a few moments, he started to change his mind, turning to walk away when the door flew open.

“Imposter Jim! What are you doing here?” Both of the Jim’s were standing in the doorway, Anti honestly wasn't sure which one spoke, but of course out of anyone it had to be these fuckers.

“Put the fucking camera down.” He sneered, Camera Jim slightly lowered the camera at the threat. “Where’s Dark?”

“Jim has just seen Emo Jim, the Jim’s can take you to him. Be very Jim!” Reporter Jim gestured to the step he had to go up as Anti deciphered he was trying to tell him to be careful in some fucked up Jim language.

The Jim’s walked in a weird squat walk up the stairs and around the house to what Anti assumed was Dark’s office door. Anti sent a silent thanks to gods he didn't believe in that he didn't see one of the five hundred other Iplier egos.

“This is as far as Jim dares Jim, good luck imposter Jim.” Reporter Jim warned him.

“Why the fuck am I imposter Jim? That was one fucking time. My name is Anti, two fuckin syllables.” Anti rolled his eyes, muttering to himself as the Jim’s left him. He opened the door, not even bothering to knock, strolling into the middle of the room. “What up fuck face.” He bid Dark a greeting who looked up from his paperwork, a little thrown off by seeing the glitch but angry nonetheless.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Dark reshuffled his papers before standing up. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having your rank ass in my presence?”

“I’m not here to put on makeup with you.” Anti’s voice was bitter. “I need your help.”

“You need my help?” Dark’s face broke out into a wide, creepy grin.

“Listen fuck head, I don’t need your help…” Anti trailed off, looking down at his shoes, scuffing the tip of his converse into the hardwood floor. “But I would appreciate it.”

“Well well, what’s in it for me?” Dark was clearly amused by this.

“What do you want?” Anti sighed, not making eye contact with the other entity.

“I want you to ask nicely.” Dark taunted.

“Fuck you. Why can’t I like pay you or something?” Anti said with anger.

“Tick tock, I’m a busy man, do you want help or not?” Dark tapped his watch.

“Can you.” Anti stopped, the tips of his elvish ears on fire. “Please.” He spit the word out like it was poison in his mouth. “Help me.”

“Of course I can.” Dark laughed a deep rumble that seemed to be everywhere in the room. “What does whittle Anti need so badly that he had to come to big bad Dark for help?”

“How do I…” Anti looked down at the floor and muttered something.

“What did you say? Speak up.” Dark thought he misheard him… it sounded like he said…

“How do I impress a girl?” Anti said louder. “Fucking hell, Trust me youre the last person I wanted to come to, but despite your makeup and your shitty personality, you seem to have luck with people. On like...dates.”

“Oh my… you're serious aren't you?” Dark went to laugh at him again but stopped when he noticed the glitch looked like he was on the verge of angry crying.

“Feeling human emotions isn’t usual for me, and I figured since you're like me you'd know what this feeling is. She’s just so… fuck…” Anti sighed and rubbed at his eyes with the edge of his hoodie sleeve.

“You’ve come to the right place.” Dark leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms. “So what does she like?”

“She reads all those romance books, probably wants a knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet, someone to kiss her in the rain, ya know, shit like that, stuff I have not a fucking clue about.” Anti threw his hands up.

“You simpleton, you’ve just said the answer.” Dark huffed, but Anti still looked clueless. “Flowers, roses specifically, candles for mood lighting, you could maybe try to be a little less brash, tell her with your words how you feel... oh and chocolates.” Dark offered.

“What are you insinuating with the brash comment?” Anti’s anger flared up causing him to glitch slightly.

“Nothing, nothing.” Dark waved him off with a chuckle. “Is there anything else you need or is that sufficient?”

“That’ll do. Thanks Dark, maybe you’re not half bad for a drama queen.” Anti said before he glitched out of the room, not giving Dark a chance to respond.

“Did you get that?” Dark asked once Anti was gone.

“The Jim’s got it all, do not worry emo Jim!”

“Very good.”

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Anti wasn’t sure how many roses to get so he had cleared out an entire section of them, watching with joy as people came up looking for flowers and found none. He clipped a couple and put them in a vase, taking the pedals off others and scattering them around his room. He placed the chocolates on his dresser next to a couple of candles he had found around the house, lighting them with slightly shaking hands. Why was he so nervous? It was just a dumb human emotion, so what if they didn’t even return his ‘feelings’.

Oh.

What if they didn’t return his feelings…

He started spiraling, his heart hammered against his ribs and he took a deep breath before there was a knock at his door.

“Anti?” Your voice rang out from the staircase and his heart rate went even faster.

“What?” He shot back, accidentally making his voice sound annoyed.

“What the fuck do you mean what? You texted me to come up here at 8?” You sounded mildly upset, not good. Oh that's not good.

He kicked some stray clothes under his bed and gave himself one more check in the mirror before walking over and opening the door.

“Hi.” He said softly, taking in your outfit, nothing fancy, just your usual pj pants and a band t-shirt.

“You okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.” You raised an eyebrow at him. He had texted you to meet him at a park, then changed it to a restaurant, then finally settled on you coming over to the Septic house to hang out in his room.

“I-I…” He quickly pulled you in and closed the door behind you. As he took a step back from you, he suddenly understood what Dark meant about him being brash. He had to find his words. “I did this for you.” He gestured to the rest of the room.

You took it in, eyes going wide at the sight of the usually messy room that was clean for once and covered in rose petals. You started to tear up.

“Why are you crying? Is it too much? Dark told me…”

“You went to Dark?” You turned to him with a laugh, eyes still welled up with tears.

“I didn't want to but I wanted to...impress you.” The tips of his ears were so warm they had to be on fire by now.

“Anti I’m impressed that you actually cleaned your room, the rest is overkill.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.

"I need you to listen to me." He placed both his hands on your shoulder and his heterochromiac eyes locking with yours. He looked so serious, usually he was a little asshole prankster and you braced yourself for what would come next.

"I-I like you. Like I like you in like a romantic way... I think? I've never felt this way about anyone before so I'm not sure, but when I see you I get all flustered and i like want to spend all my time with you and I get jealous when you hang out with the other egos and its okay if you don't feel the same way I just needed to... say this I guess?" Anti word vomits into the air that is now thick with tension.

You laugh.

Much to his dismay, you laugh in his face. Not just a normal laugh, you are throwing your head back and laughing. Anti can feel the anger growing under his skin, it creeps up his spine and wraps its self around his heart. He's devastated.

"You're so dumb." You finally manage to choke out. Another blow to his system. He thinks about glitching away, he thinks about going back to Dark and beating the shit out of him for leading him astray.

"Anti." You sigh and take his face in your hands, he wants to rip himself out of your grasp but he lets you hold him. Before he has another thought he feels something soft against his lips.

"Oh she's kissing me????" His brain short circuits and he's acting without thinking when he pulls you closer to him and is kissing you back. His anger dissipates as fast as it appeared and his heart soars. Anti's hands come up to gently grab your face, he wants to be closer to you, like you're a light in a dark ocean, his lungs are burning but he doesn't care he wants to stay like this forever.

"I've been in love with you for so long you idiot." You pull away just enough to mutter against his lips.

"With me??" Anti is dumbfounded for like the twentieth time today.

"I tried to hard to make it obvious, reading romance books in front of you, forcing you to watch sappy movies with me, Christ we even listened to a full Hozier album while laying on the floor together??" You pulled back to look at him, a little bit astounded.

"I just thought you liked doing those things!" He put his hands up in defense.

"Oh Anti." You laughed again and this time he loved the sound, he wanted to remember it forever, set it as his ringtone so he could hear it all the time, okay maybe that was a little much.

"You're thinking too hard, I can see steam coming out of your ears." You tease him, pinching the end of his long ears.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asks, ignoring the heat in his cheeks from your comment.

"I'd be offended if you didn't." You smiled at him and pulled him back in for another kiss.

Yeah he's an idiot but he's your idiot now.

[theseptichouse]

(Hello! Alice here!! I promise I'm coming back to this blog, I have some stuff cooking!!! I just work two jobs rn so getting time to do anything has been rough. And deltarune just dropped lol. Feel free to send me asks and request tho!! I have a couple of prompt lists posted! 💚)

[koryabappletea]

Jackieboy wearing a suit 👁️👁️🫴

anything for the birthday girl uwu

[sneakybiskit]

Dialogue Prompts + Part Nine

[Kit's Dialogue Prompts Master List]

I think a week alone in the forest might fix me. 

It’s worth a shot, what else could go wrong? 

This lie is so big it involves paperwork and a notary. 

You do not need to buy [X] to get someone to like you. 

I’ll be on the first train out of here.  

What year are you from? 

What’s worse than pulling teeth, because whatever that is, this is that. 

You could start off by explaining to me what exactly you think you’re doing with my kid in the middle of the night when they have school in the morning. 

I’m really curious how you thought you could possibly pull this off. 

You don’t go to war if you’re looking for a good man, and I think that was your first mistake. 

You’re the kind of person even a buttercup wouldn’t shine on.  

If you don’t hear from me in an hour, assume that I’ve died and hold a beautiful memorial in my honor; I want there to be music, and flowers, and you had better cry, goddamn it. 

I’d have made a lovely widow(er). 

You’re not going to like the way this turns out for you.  

Did you just call me honey? Because, honey, I have a name, it’s a really good name, I fought hard for it, and you will use it when addressing me, or speaking about me at all. 

And I think I’d be much happier getting a pedicure by the prettiest girl at the salon with a mai tai in one hand and my other on your thigh, but we can’t all get what we want, sweetheart.  

As one might expect, we have failed spectacularly. 

At least you had fun. 

This may not be the hill I’m going to die on, but someone is if you don’t learn to shut your mouth.  

I could show you.  

If you like what I do, and want to support me a little, you can [buy me a coffee]!

[theseptichouse]

(Request are open!! Any ship open. Ego x ego or ego x reader 💚)

[theseptichouse]

Absolutely Magnificent

[theseptichouse]

Anti's Kickass Playlist

[theseptichouse]

Jameson's Jolly Jams

[grumpy-triceratops]

🌸My Super Long Hopefully Fun Character Ask Game:

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Does your character have a favorite material they like to wear?

What are your character's opinion on scars?

How much interest does your character take in trends?

Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

What does your character smell like?

If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?

Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?

Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?

What is something your character would refuse to wear?

Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?

Would your character wear something someone else picked out for them?

Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

What are your character's thoughts on wearing costumes?

Does your character have a favorite outfit?

If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

📦Objects

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Would your character ever try to haggle?

What is something your character is proud to own?

Does your character ever spend more than they have?

What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Does your character prefer to give or receive gifts?

Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character?

Does your character personify objects?

What does your character most enjoy shopping for?

Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

Is your character willing to ask for things?

What is most important to your character when shopping?

🍽️Food and Drink

What flavor would your character say their personality is?

Would your character prefer baking, cooking or mixing drinks?

Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?

How big is your character's appetite?

Does your character consider eating fun?

Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?

Is there food that has made your character sick?

What is your character's favorite food group?

Does your character like to try new foods?

What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Is your character food motivated?

Which mealtime is your character's favorite?

How much does your character care about wasting food?

Does your character prefer restaurant food or home cooked food?

What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Is there a food texture your character doesn't like?

What kind of drinks does your character prefer?

🌤️Weather and Nature

What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?

Has your character had a meaningful encounter with an animal?

What season would your character say they're most similar to?

Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character?

Has your character ever had an animal phase?

Would your character enjoy sky gazing?

Does your character have a good sense of direction?

What type of environment does your character like best?

Is your character good with animals?

How would your character react to snow?

What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?

What element best represents your character?

Does your character prefer hot or cold weather?

Is there a creature that scares your character?

What celestial body would interest your character the most?

Is your character good with plants?

How willing would your character be to nap outside?

What animal would your character say best represents them?

🤝Community and Relationships

Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick?

What is your character's favorite kind of social event?

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?

Is your character upfront about their feelings?

Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help?

How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know?

Who is your character most honest with?

How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?

Where is your character's comfort place?

Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?

Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured?

How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership?

Would your character be good at providing medical assistance?

Who would your character say knows them best?

Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?

Who would your character most want to sign their cast if they got one?

How well does your character work with others?

What is your character's favorite form of affection?

Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays?

What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

💓Mind, Body and Soul

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of?

Is your character more prone to fight or flight?

Does your character believe in myths and fairy tales?

What words could tear your character down?

How well does your character act under pressure?

Is your character good at practicing self-care?

What scents does your character find comforting?

Does your character have any allergies?

Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

Does your character have strong willpower?

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it?

How does your character relax?

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear?

Does your character have a sleep routine?

Would your character feel confident in a fight?

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

How often does your character have nightmares?

Are there scents your character dislikes?

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

If your character had to act in a play what role would they think they’d best perform?

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

🎲 Hobbies and Activities

What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?

Does your character have a secret hobby?

What is a talent your character wishes they had?

Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

Which does your character try to prioritize more, work or hobbies?

Does your character work better with creative or technical endeavors?

What is a talent that your character is proud of?

Is your character more outdoorsy or indoorsy?

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about? 

Is there a skill your character doesn’t know they’re bad at?

Does your character have any injury stories?

What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?

What is your character’s opinion on cheating in games?

How good is your character at following through on projects?

What’s an activity that reminds your character of someone else?

Does your character prefer music or silence?

What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about?