The Stark Difference Between My Obsessions Oml.

The stark difference between my obsessions oml.

Min Yoongi is v mature and has strong boundaries, is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, a cutie, had some issues, 5''9, clean shaved, literally no body hair(??) Appreciates physical touch but not 24/7, understands personal space and has his own, has a friend group

Meanwhile on the other hand,, Brahms heelshire is just a lidl bepy, wants to be taken care of, will throw a tantrum if he doesn't get his way, 6''4, beard and mustache, body hair,

Literally a cuddle bug,, sucker for physical touch, will demand it 24/7 (also does not understand the concept of personal space) literally has never socialized w anybody except his parents/Greta? Or y/n

Some similarities I've noticed is they either have/had issues, almost 30 year olds(🫠) one's socially awkward and the other has never been social, and so onnn

With the way I'm feeling I need a hug from this big, obsessed guy, I need him to squeeze me till my problems go away

Stop why is this so fking cute :((((

Insecurities

Pairing: Brahms x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been living at the Heelshire's for a few months now and Brahms doesn't know why you won't let him touch you.

Warnings: Body insecurities, body image issues.

A/N: This is written from this request. Anyway, I wasn't sure exactly how to write this so I hope this is okay!

You could feel him watching you as you sat at the kitchen table, cradling a cup of coffee in your hands. You'd been sitting here so long though that the coffee was probably cold now.

Brahms usually spent his time outside the walls with you but you had an idea of why he'd retreated back into them these past few weeks. He thought you didn't want him.

You'd simply ignored his behaviour up until now. Now, you'd decided you were going to finally talk to him.

"You can come out Brahms!" You called out, your voice echoing in the empty kitchen.

Minutes later, Brahms finally trailed into the kitchen, standing at the head of the table to look at you. He looked like a scared little kid. You hated what you were doing to him.

"I'm sorry Brahms." You started, training your gaze on your coffee cup now as you spoke. "I didn't mean to upset you."

He just remained silent as he watched you from where he stood. Brahms thought you and him were close, he thought you wanted to stay with him. But then you became distant all of a sudden. You wouldn't even let him touch you.

"Are you okay Brahms?" You asked him, wishing he'd speak to you.

He shook his head then. "Are you going to leave, (y/n)?"

"What? No. No, I'm not going to leave. It's just...I don't understand how you can want to be with me."

He didn't say anything to that. He just continued to stare at you like he was confused. So you continued with your attempt at explaining things to him.

"Well it's just...my body, it's not...I don't look like-" You couldn't think of what to say as you sat there stumbling over your words. "I don't have what people would call the perfect body and I don't know...I just worry that you might think that too."

"So are you going to leave?"

"That's all you care about?" You asked him, confused as to why he didn't seem to give your worries a second thought.

"Are you going to leave?" He asked again.

"No, I'm not going to leave. Do you really not care what I look like?"

"Am I supposed to care?"

"Well, no but-"

"So you're definitely staying?"

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you looked up at him. "Yes Brahms, I'm definitely staying."

You stood up then, abandoning your cold coffee, and you met him in the middle of the kitchen, opening your arms for him.

He carefully stepped towards you, securing his arms around your shoulders as he pulled you to him.

And finally, your insecurities didn't seem as powerful anymore because it was clear that Brahms had never even thought about your body that way. He was just happy to have someone to stay with him. And so were you.

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Scars

Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff.

Word Count: 758

Summary: You find Brahms trying to cover his scars so you confront him.

A/N: I was gonna make this for Bubba Sawyer instead, but I changed my mind. Hope You Enjoy!

Brahms stood in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He hated the way he looked and he couldn't help, but feel like he was ugly. All the scars, cuts, bruises, and more were all over his face and he didn't understand how you could love someone like him. 

His fingers traced over all the things he hated until his vision began to become blurry. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he thought about what you saw in him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open or you call out for him.

"I'm back!" You yelled happily, before putting cake pops you got on the table from the grocery store Malcolm took you too. "Brahmsy?" Usually, Brahms would respond telling you he's in the bathroom or in the room, but you didn't hear anything.

You walked to the room and looked around, but heard crying and sniffling coming from the bathroom. Walking over to the door, you put your ear to it and listened.

"Brahms? Are you okay in there?" You knocked on the bathroom door and heard sniffling and lots of movements. "Y-yeah, i'm just u-using the b-bathroom." You noticed how soft his voice sounded and how quick he was to answer.

"Are you sure? You don't sound so good." You we're getting a little worried. "Y-yes just a minute." You waited for over a minute and decided you were done with waiting. "Alright Brahms, It's been more than a minute. I'm opening up." Ignoring the protests coming from inside the room you still opened the door and was shocked at the sight. 

It was Brahms with a box of band-aids and wrappers all over the counter. The band-aids covered all "damaged" parts of his body. "Oh, baby no." You walked over to him and slowly took the box out of his hand. "Come on, let's go sit on the bed." He allowed you to guide him to the bed because of the tears affecting his vision.

Once y'all sat down, you gave him silence while holding him and rubbing up and down his back.

When the crying died down and small sniffling could be heard you started asking the questions. "Brahms, what were you doing in there?" He snuggled closer into your neck before answering. "C-covering s-scars." Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why?"

You didn't understand why he would want to cover them now out of all times. "U-ugly." You've been 'watching' over Brahms for a while now, and he's never done anything like this. "What are you talking about? You're not ugly."

Your hands traced over his scars as he flinched and squeezed his eyes tight. "Where did you hear that from?" Wanting to get to the bottom of who hurt your baby boy. "M-malcolm s-said I'm an ugly doll." You huffed knowing Malcolm was 'playing' with the doll before you went to the grocery store.

"Listen Brahms, just because you have scars doesn't mean you're ugly. It means that you are different from others and that you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you." He looked at you as you spoke. "You shouldn't be ashamed for having scars, it's not like you asked for them." He nodded his head before getting up and going to the bathroom, taking off the band-aids. "Need help?" You asked, standing in the doorway, watching him take them off. He nodded his head and you smiled.

You helped him peel off each band-aid, kissed each scar and explained why you loved them. At the last band-aid you peeled it off his lip and leaned over and gave it a peck. "Lastly, I love this one because it's on my favorite part of your body. YOUR LIPS!" Brahms let out a child giggle as you peppered him with kisses. Looking down at the trash can, you saw a pile of band-aids sitting there.

"Oh, guess what I got?" Brahms' eyes locked onto yours, silently saying what. “Cake pops!" Brahms loved cake pops, but you don't always get a chance to eat them because their never in store. He got ready to take off to the kitchen, but you stopped him. "Hey, no cake pops until you eat your dinner." He let out a whimper and looked at you with puppy eyes, pleading.

"Ugh, fine. You can have 1, only 1 and that's all." He smiled before practically dragging you downstairs to the cake pops.

So. This scene. Let's forget for a moment here that he was sitting on cole's deceased body and focus more on his hair.

Zooming in, the stiff(?) Little peaks of his curly hair sticking up makes it seem to me that his hair is knotted and most likely greasy (I mean bro literally lives in the walls and has been for the past twenty years.)

Thinking all this the other day I mayyyy or mayyyy nottt write a pov/one-shot of yk y/n helping him take care of his hair; oiling it and giving a scalp massage... and then the next day they shower together ;) idrk have not decided if but should be fluff or smut. Lmk perhaps?