Dr. Hendrick Joliet Easterman

//OP's name is Eivør! Self insert's name is Arthur! I go by he/they and am 22 years old!

• Boundries •

• No transphobia, bigotry, actual misogyny, etc. terfs are not welcome ❤️

• This is a 17+ blog/ageless BIOS DNI!!!

•i will answer as Dr Easterman, I will interact as him, as well as take requests for fanfictions! (No smut, r*pe, etc.) Self ship friendly!!!!!

•I WRITE FOR GN/MALE READERS ONLY 💕

//ooc will look like this for me.

• OC interactions are welcome (but pls tell me about your OC beforehand!)

"If you see me as a father figure, I very much appreciate that."

//also this is so funny cause I my self insert is actually his son lmao

@nursebarlow

"Nurse Barlow. I hope you're doing.. Well." Easterman gives her a simple nod, reaching to grab a small pastry.

"W-what?? No. I do not. I.. Don't have my eyes on anyone.." His face flushed red. It was obvious he was had someone on his mind.

"I feel my favorite urban legand would be Bigfoot. I will not elaborate."

"W-what?? No! I do not choose favorites!" He stammers, face flushed with embarrassment.

Nervously, Clyde's gaze turned to the clock - tick, took - every second felt drawn out. Mocking him. His hands cautiously trailed to the circular glasses resting upon his nose, lifting them up and off from their resting place, feeling like a gazelle cornered by a hyena,

"Good evening, Hendrick."

@p3rry-platypus

"What is it, Clyde?" Hendrick huffs, making direct eye contact with Clyde. His eyes nothing short of frustration as he looks up.

//haii sorry it took so long for me to respond XD

Easterman's face burns, turning his head to avoid eye contact with the other doctor.

"I would never.." He scoffs. Although his heart told him otherwise. With how much it pounds against his ribs, with how horribly he was blushing.

"I- No! That's not how this works.." He sighs, rubbing his temples.

- definitely not moses scarfiotti, who is a hundred times better than HENDRICK.

He mumbles to his assistant. "Make sure Scarfotti has no acsess to the kitchen.."

"Who sent this?? Whoever sent this I can assure you that I'll have you scrubbing trials on your hands and knees with a toothbrush for a week."