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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.
New bday fluff+smut coming up🤭
It's not brahms bday but reader/yn's and well.. things happen ;)
Stay tuned :p
Yk brahms the type to wrap his buff arms around your waist and lay his head on your shoulder and trap you between him and the kitchen counter as an air of curiosity fills the kitchen as he quietly enquires what you're making; his curly hair brushing against the side of your face as he leans in and closes his eyes; embracing the feeling of you in his embrace.
The smell of his shampoo lightly lingering–bringing silent comfort to you.
His grip around you slightly tightened; as you tried to move tp the spices cabinet.
"Brahms–you're gonna have to let me move if you want dinner on time"
You argued; only to hear a protesting grunt from him.
You let him have his way for a couple more minutes.
"Please just go and sit on that chair" you put your foot down; saying this in a slightly-stern voice.
Brahms' arms loosened from around your waist; slowly pulling away.
He sulked as he made way towards said chair.
You knew this big baby was pouting under his mask–and that you'd have to make it up later; with cuddles and an extra goodnight kiss.
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?
No cause how and why did I go from calm matured greenflag to possessive clingy redflag😳
On one hand calm and collected shy and sweet yoongi is to fall head over heels for but at the same damn time possessive obsessed clingy will kill for you brahmsy is also to die for.
Here's our Cottagecore wall boi🌻💛<333
Made smth yesterday! Journalled after such a long time though☠☠
oh shit here he comes
hes been getting some pointers on cooking recently :))
pov: youre a goth nanny and Brahms wanted to feel pretty
This is how I feel with the harbingers, horror movies, and games
When I see someone hot
"Let me see what you have!"
A gun.
"It's Brahms."
I need more-
Gentle Touch
Brahms Heelshire x M!Reader
Last Edited: June 16, 2021 11:00 PM
TW: slight praising
Anon: I love your fics so much, could i request a brahms x male reader where y/n has usher syndrome? y/n being deaf–blind and being the older brother of brahm's nanny, maybe moves with her for the job, and gains the attention of brahms? really need some bromantic fluff <33
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You loved Erla, you really did, but there were times when she annoyed you. You couldn’t blame her for trying to help you constantly but it really got on your nerves. She was always treating you like you were glass; some fine china that needed to be cared for every second of the day. It was why you didn’t want to go with her to the UK. You had known that she would keep you attached to her hip at all times but at the same time, there was Dündar. Dear ol’ Dündar. An abusive asshole is who he was and is. You hated his guts more than anyone else’s. You guessed you could say that going to the UK was a new start; a new start for both of you.
You have been staying at the Heelshire mansion for a while; maybe 6 months now? You were unsure since you couldn’t really tell the time or know what day it was due to your condition. Well, you would know if Erla was to tell you. Though she never told you anything. All she ever did was lead you around or leave you alone to your own world.
From what little information you knew, you were with Erla in the UK and babysitting a child. Or... Well… A small porcelain child replaced the dead child. Either way, you didn’t mind. A porcelain doll wouldn’t run around you, make fun of the Usher Syndrome, or try to ask you questions about it when you could only answer them through braille and sign language; you doubted the child would have even known those two.
You had hearing aids but you didn’t use them all the time. You only used them to listen to music or to listen to the television. You don’t keep them in all the time since you don’t really want to. Well, it’s more of the fact that Erla’s voice is high pitched and slightly annoying, not saying everyone’s voice like that is but her’s is just terrible. You’d rather sign and read braille than hear her talk. You had to put in your hearing aids when you met the Heelshires but you enjoyed their voices. They were a lot better than your younger sister’s.
The story about losing their son was sad but replacing him with a doll? It was slightly uncomfortable. Erla had no problem about it though. The moment the Heelshires left, she ditched the doll and did her own thing. You didn’t want to leave the doll though. You couldn’t really do most of what needed to be done, but you could keep it with you. Besides, the little fellow felt cute, despite being made of cold porcelain and being slightly heavy.
Maybe that’s why the man in the walls was attracted to you. You kept the doll with you and tried your best to follow whatever rules you could. Today was the rare occasion you had your hearing aids in. You weren’t listening to the television or listening to music. You wanted to listen to your footsteps, the random creaks from inside the walls, and the distant sounds of Erla talking on the phone with her significant other. You didn’t care who they were, just as long as they made her happy. You are her older brother, and who are you to deny her any happiness? Besides, you can’t be stuck with her forever.
The doll keeps you company as you walk around the mansion. You have no destination in mind as you walk into a room. With how cold the room is, you already know it’s the kitchen. You place the doll down on a chair, gently tucking the chair in. Despite not being able to see, you can still feel, smell, and taste. And that’s all you need when you cook. You start getting your ingredients; you feel and smell every ingredient you grab, making sure it’s the one you want. When you’ve collected all your ingredients, you start to make dinner.
It’s a small dinner with a basic fruit salad and spaghetti with meatballs. You prepare everything with gentle hands, making sure that when you cut the fruit into smaller pieces, you don’t accidentally nick yourself. The salad is the first thing you finish before moving on to the spaghetti. You keep in mind to make enough for three people: you, Erla, and Brahms.
You hear the walls creak again, but you may not mind it. That is until you hear something opening. You don’t look up though and pretend you didn’t hear anything. You can hear quiet footsteps approaching you from behind. Despite how quiet they are, you can tell that the person must be heavy or at least tall; maybe even both. Their breathing seems to be heavy as they approach you.
You keep busy, not leaving the other person know you know about them being there. You freeze up when you feel a Gentle Touch on your hip. You don’t move away though, leading to the person slowly wrapping around your waist. “[Redacted]?” You hear a boy’s voice behind, not matching the large figure that is now pressed against you. “[Redacted]... I finally get to touch you… [Redacted]...” The voice sounds like the one on the phone. Or the one Erla has told you about. You never answer the phone since you never seem to have your hearing aids in when the calls happen. You give him a small hum of acknowledgment, unsure of who he is. Your answer is soon answered by the man.
“Do you like little me? Mommy said he was always so perfect…” You feel a mask(?) told the top of your head. It’s cold and sends a small shiver down your spine. You don’t want to anger him so you simply shake your head. “No..? Does that mean you like me more?” The boy voice being used slightly unsettles you but you’re sure there’s a reason for it; there’s always a reason for everything. You give him a nod as you finish up dinner.
“I knew you were the one… Mommy and Daddy said she was but I hate her. She doesn’t listen to the rules… But you try… You try to,” You hear him take in a deep inhale, his made face still buried in your hair. “You even make me meals, [Redacted]... You’re such a good boy… A nice boy… My beautiful boy…” He sighs out, the child voice still not fitting with his words. His arm around your waist tightens before he seems to force himself to let go. “Be good and don’t tell Erla about this…” You hear a plate and bowl be taken off the counter before his footsteps fade away.
“So! What’s for dinner, [Redacted]? Smells nice!” Erla says suddenly, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, making you flinch.
About time I posted this part of the movie that I edited
Alright since mattel has made some horror skullector dolls then how come they haven't made a brahms and brahms doll skullector??? I had an idea where the asessories that would come with it would be a plate of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the book that greta reads to the doll, the music player with a record and the attic rod
Can't believe you would edit this loser oh my god..../j
i can’t decide if i like how grain-y it looks 😞😞
i don’t love this. i might remake this sometime later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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