Scars

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.

Weighted blankets aren't enough I need to be crushed in a hydraulic press

height difference, size difference, age difference. the holy trinity

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow~

Love your art <3 but can I request another drawing of stinky wall hiding boy with his kidd. If not then it's okay, have a nice day ❤️

The boy and his son 😭 I fucking love how this came out it’s so cute I’m sorry guys I can’t- BRAHMS WITH A KIDDDD AAAAAAA

EDIT: ALSO THANK YOU

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