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Made smth yesterday! Journalled after such a long time though☠☠

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.

New bday fluff+smut coming up🤭

It's not brahms bday but reader/yn's and well.. things happen ;)

Stay tuned :p

Live in the moment (currently suffering)

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

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