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

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?

So…. I want to discuss this scene.

A lot of people say he whole ass was trying to drag her away. And fucking you can see the way he was moving and holding her that wasn’t the intention at all. He barely even moves backwards and it seems just repositioned himself. His arms wrap around her shoulder in a protective hold. He’s trying to calm her down and misreads the entire fucking environment.

Because to him? They’ve spent 3 months together. She asked for his help and clearly began to care for him (albeit it was only after she convinced herself the doll held the ghost of a dead child and she went mom mode.) so to him? They are close. He’s allowed in her personal space entirely (although I don’t think boundaries are on his mind ever at any point.) she thinks he’s going to hurt her but he was doing damage control.

Also the fact malcolm konked his fucking head, and he sTILL GOT UP AND WAS CONSCIOUS? like damn. I’d fucking cry.

INSECURITIES~

Brahms heelshire × chubby reader (literally a self insert, sorry not sorry.)

Genre: fluff, fluff, and fluff

Warnings: slight sexual tones, mentions of hickies, mentions of body image issues (indirect) reader has acne scars; stretch marks, hip dips (new to writing on tumblr so lmk if I missed anything, bc i def know i did some, just can't get my mind on what really.)

Summary: just brahms being a cutie and admiring all the things y/n finds herself insecure about.

A/n: PLEASE WHY IS THIS SO FUCKING CUTE??? I WAS KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING AND SHT WHEN WRITING THIS. Yk I am done w being insecure so here I come writing a comfort fic of my comfort character🏃‍♀️✌🏽

Collapsing besides you, Brahms laid silently, regaining his breathing pace. When he turned to glance at you, you were already dozed off. hard.

The corners of his lips turned upwards to form a slight smile as he continued to look at you, 'til it wasn't a glance anymore.

Looking at you sleeping ever so soundly besides him, with the soft evening light highlighting your beautiful brown skin and adorable facial features; Brahms couldn't help but feel immensely grateful as his heart swelled up with love.

His gaze fell on your beautiful lashes; which fluttered every now and then; then your chubby cheeks; now matter how much you said you didn't like it, he still found it cute.

It hurt Brahms to think whenever you sat down to do skincare, you'd do all this just to erase your acne scars.

To him, there was nothing more enchanting to you than.. you.

The real you. With scars, marks, facial hair and everything else supposed to be on a normal human.

He'd found you a couple of times in the bathroom, or in your bedroom, curled up in a ball and weeping into your knees because you didn't have "glass-clear skin"; and everytime, he'd sit besides you, hugging into your side, and kissing everything you said you found "ugly" about yourself, just like you'd do to him.

As his eyes trailed further, he recollected everytime he'd melt when you smiled at him, the single dimple on your left cheek showing up very softly; and how your eyes would go small as you smiled with your face, nose scrunched up.

Bringing his hand up to cup your right cheek,  he leaned down to kiss your left cheek; with you leaning into his touch even when alseep; it made him fall for you even more–making him wonder if that was even possible anymore.

While at it, Brahms further expressed his admiration for you,  by pressing a light peck at your soft jawline; that he found so adorable.

His eyes trailed even further, down to your neck, collarbone and arms.

Brahms felt proud looking at those marks littered across your torso; your collarbone wasn't that prominent due to you being a little more on the healthy side, but he isn't complaining. It only meant he had more canvas for him to paint his red and purple painting onto.

His hands roamed your body, stopping at you lower belly; placing his hand on your little 'belly pooch'. How you despised it, he will never understand. It was so beautiful to him.

His large hand dropped to your side; to your hip dips; or "love handles" he liked to call.

He liked how it aided him in holding you still as he pressed you into the shower wall, fucking you senseless; or when he'd bent you over the kitchen counter, or any other surface for that matter.

Brahms' fingers grazed over your purple stretch marks, noticing how much it resembled lightning in the sky;

Then his warm hand fell flat against your plush thighs, him poking his finger into it lightly; caressing it by running his hand up and down your thigh, making you sigh in your sleep.

As he pulled the covers on the both of you, It frustrated him to think you couldn't see yourself through his eyes; to realize how beautiful you actually really are, and that you're so, so much more to him than just some insecurities.

Brahms shrugged and and snuggled closer to your sleeping frame, his curly brown hair tickling the skin of your chest; resulting in you turning over and being the bigger spoon to him.

The gentle rising and falling of your chest lulled him to sleep  while outside the window, birds returned to their nests and the sky turned black; with the full moon looking down at the both of you slumbering ever so soundly in each other's embrace.

18th November, 2023 :D

Brahms literally begged Greta to stay w him, and the fact that he was able to word it out? Because he was that desperate for company? Literally makes me want to bear hug him and never let go.