#brahms fluff

[peachpopsstuff]

Brahms: The Boy but it's a comic book

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[sleeepy-sim]

Brahms♡

Just stuff I think Brahms does, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n or that reader is female or male, no smut just fluff and a lot of kisses, short af (sorry), link the the pic, only prof read half so let me know on any mistakes please, and if you want me to write something let me know. Have a good day!! ♡♡

Brahms vision of you could never be tainted, no matter what you did. Try to run way? That’s okay, he’ll still love you. Hurt him? That’s okay too, you didn’t understand. Brahms thought no matter what would happen he would always love you.

It’s true, after he finally showed himself to you, he was even more in love, if that was possible. He loved when you took care of him, when he could finally lay his head on your stomach, and if you didn’t like that then we would lay his head down in your lap, while you ran your fingers through his soft black curls as you read to him. 

Even if you burnt the food, that’s okay, he’d still eat it. He’s taking a bath and you get soap in his eye’s, that’s okay, a kiss will help. He loved spending his days with you, a part of him wishes he could have come out of the walls sooner, but then he wouldn’t know what’d you like, what made you scrunch your beautiful face up. 

Brahms loves your kisses, whether they were cheek, nose, forehead, neck, but his favorite were when he’d get to have his lips against yours. He’d love how it felt like you were one whole person, to him it felt as though he was absorbing you body, and he wanted nothing more than that. He loves being close, going to the bathroom, he’s knocking and trying to peek his head in. You locked the door “WhY?” No matter how many times you tell him you want your privacy, he still wants to be in there with you. 

I feel like the only time this man would go into the walls was when you would lock him out. Taking a bath, watching. Taking a poo and not letting him in and saying no to his bribes, watching. He so would  stand there outside the bathroom door trying to bribe you into letting him in “Kisses, I’ll give you as many as you want!!” “I’ll be extra good for youuuuu” “Please, please, please”

I have a feeling that even after you put him in his bed and gave him his goodnight kiss, he’d slowly creep to your room trying not to make noise. After successful making it into the room, he’s so going to snuggle up to your body, whether your cold or warm this man is not going to miss a chance to snuggle with you. 

You locked the door, he’s is going to not stop bothering you about why. “I thought you loved me” He’s is going to pout until you give him kisses. 

This man has two levels of clinginess, level one, following you around, holding some part of your body, and staring. Level two is all that and sniffing your hair, neck kisses, and more hugs than normal the list goes on.

#brahms heelshire #Brahms #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms x you #brahms x male reader #brahms x female reader #brahms fluff

[outerrimhours]

Brahms Heelshire X Fem!Reader

{Part one} / {Part Two} / {Part Three} / {Masterlist}

Note: I didn't expect this to become more than it is, but here we are. Trying to build up to the smut.

Warnings: Anxiety, fear, abandonment issues, blood, injury, fluff

Song: Romantic Homicide by D4vd

You followed the rules. Day to day, as if nothing had ever changed. Some days harder than others and you wondered how much of the circumstances you had truly processed within your brain. Despite it all, regret was never an option. Even the volatility of Brahm’s emotions couldn’t make you regret staying. 

You were alone. Nothing to go back to, no one missing you, except a boy who was also alone. You wanted to take care of him, allow him the love he so desperately deserved. 

He didn’t talk much, now that he was no longer a ghost in the wall, but his presence was always so loud. Lingering, watching. When you cooked, he lingered in the doorway, so observant and curious but too afraid to cross the threshold. But you always felt him, the chill, the goosebumps that rose on your skin. 

“Are you hungry,”, you would ask, only to receive a nod in return, hands behind his back as he walked over to sit at the head of the dining table. 

Brahms always made sure to brush his fingers against you when you sat the plate in front of him. And it never stopped eliciting the same response. Atomic particles floating in the air, lingering between the space between fingertips. It made your breath hitch every time.

When you played piano for him, he sat far away on the couch. He didn’t like the sun, it was too much, too bright, too warm. But he loved the way it cascaded over you. Dust floating in the space between you and the window, skin tanned and warm in its glow. He would let his eyes linger a little too long over the dip in your throat, the way your lips parted in focus. 

After hours of lingering eyes and non accidental touches, before dinner you would sit on the couch and read to him, and as if he had spent the entire day forming some intrepidity, he would lay down on the couch and allow his head to rest in your lap. His eyes never left your face for a second, afraid if he looked away you would disappear. 

Even as you read, your fingers threaded through freshly washed hair, so soft and curled at the ends. You pretended to not notice him, speaking every word of the book so deliberately. Brahms listened intently, but not to the story, to the way you spoke every word, eyes always so focused on your lips. You wished the mask didn’t cover his face, so desperate to trace your fingers over the bridge of his nose, thumb brushing over the skin of his cheek. 

You wanted to believe the day would be easy. It had been easy, too easy, enough to set you on edge. Turn of emotions for Brahms was like a match to a flame, instant and intense. 

You were cooking dinner when he crept behind you, body pressed against your back. He towered over you, having to lean down to press his unmasked lips against your shoulder. It was bold of him and you could tell by his heavy breathing that it made him apprehensive. You could feel the exposed chest hair, soft against the skin of your back with every rise and fall of his breaths. 

You had to tell him.

Brahms stretched out his arms, sleeves of his cardigan on both sides of your body as he placed his hands against the countertop. 

“I’m busy”, you mused, pretending as if you were bothered by his sudden need for contact. Truely, you wanted more of it, but you needed to tell him you had to leave to get groceries, uncharted territory that you were afraid to touch.

“We need to talk about something”, you added, quietly, turning in his arms to face him. 

He instantly pulled his mask back into place before arms returned to trap you against the counter. 

“We need groceries, Brahms, that means I have to leave to go get them.”

From the way his eyes squinted, you could tell his brows were furrowed. A flash of panic before enmity took its place. His brain switched gears, always emerging at the sense of a threat, a way to protect himself. Softer eyes taking a backseat, the flip of his emotions almost gave you whiplash. You could feel it suffocate the air and suddenly he was way too close. 

You shut your eyes, dizzy with the inability to catch your breath when his jaw tensed, eyes staring down at you with an almost hatred. As if to say, “I knew you would leave, just like everyone else”. 

“No”, he cried out, strangled as if suddenly he would cry.

“I will come back Brahms, I promise”. 

He was so clearly afraid, rage masking his vulnerability. 

“You’re..not leaving. I won’t allow it.” 

Brahms knuckles turned painfully white, gripping the edged surface on each side of you.

“Stop it”, you scolded, heart aching at his fear, but frustrated at the tantrum. 

His eyes looked everywhere but at you, reaching with long, piano like fingers for the empty glass of water that had sat next to the stove. 

You were too afraid to reach out and comfort him. 

“What if I went tonight, while you were sleeping?  I would be back before you realized.” 

You gasped at the sound of glass breaking, moving away within his grasp to comprehend what had happened. 

Shards fell off the edge, blood dripping through Brahm’s fingers and onto the contrast of the marbled floor. He swayed, staggering back slightly at the sight. Your mouth open with disbelief. 

“What did you do”, you yelled, startling him as he backed away more.

“Brahms”.

He wouldn’t allow you any further, every step forward from you was a step backwards for him, as if you had been the one to do it. 

“Let me help you”, you cried. 

Everything was too loud for Brahms. The kitchen light too bright, your worried face overwhelming. He didn’t want to look at you. He hated you in that moment. The throbbing pain in his hand, sticky, syrup like fluid running down his arm. It was all too much. So he retreated.

Retreated back to the only place that felt safe; the walls. His room. 

You sunk to the floor next to the glass, blood already oxidizing into its brown leftovers. 

You allowed yourself to cry. 

~

 You only knew he was okay by the occasional sounds of his roaming that night. Dinner untouched and cold. You turned down the quilt of his bed, leaving the lamp on in case of his arrival. You knew he wasn’t coming though. Your heart ached at the thought of his hand, worried like a mother. 

 You noticed the book you had been reading was missing from the nightstand and you pictured him in his small bed behind the wall, curled up with all of the blankets and pillows you had allowed him to steal, teddy bear slipped under one arm while he read in the low light. He would be restless, surely, accustomed to falling asleep in your arms. You hated to admit you would also be restless without him.

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[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers and snowball fights head canons

So it's winter and I want it to snow where I am so I'm writing this. This is probably the most slashers I've ever included in head canons before but like I wanna make it up to you guys for being kinda absent lately.

Includes: Brahms Heelshire, Corey Cunningham, Michael Myers, Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner, Candyman, Jason Voorhees, and Billy Lenz

Warnings: Slashers being competative, slashers being kinda mean

Brahms Heelshire

When you throw the first snow ball Brahms is a little confused. Why did you throw snow at him? Are you trying to hurt him?

You're going to have to explain that it's like a game people play, making snow balls and throwing them at each other.

When Brahms hears it a game, he's getting so competative omg. He's going to me bombarding you with snow balls.

He's going to love throwing the snowballs but hate when you actually hit him. He'll whine and hit you straight in the face with a snow ball.

Will insist you cuddle to warm up once you get back inside. He's going to demand it until you listen to him.

Corey Cunningham

He's going to jump when you unexpectidly hit him with a snowball. But once he kinda calms down it is so on.

He's going to have a ball play fighting with you. I have a feeling he likes play fighting in general but like snow balls fights are a lot more fun.

He's not the best as making snow balls but he's got a good arm that he uses to throw them. And he can throw them far too. You're not gonna be safe anywhere.

He'll "let you" hit him with snowballs too just to make it fair. Because he loves nothing more than hearing his s/o laugh and smile.

Will start to worry a bit if you look like you're getting too cold. After you both get inside he's making you your hot drink of choice and cuddling with you to warm up.

Michael Myers

Like Brahms he's going to be confused about why you threw snow at him. You'll have to explain to him that it's a game and he'll probably understand then.

He's going to be so aggressive with this I'm so sorry Y/n but he's brutal. Like he's constantly throwing snow balls at you. Honestly might pin you down and dump snow on any exposed skin he can find.

He doesn't mean to actually hurt you. He just gets really aggressive with play fighting.

Once he gets tired enough he's going to let you start hitting him back and let you "win" the snowball fight.

After getting back inside he's going to try to heat up by himself but if you wanna cuddle to warm up he's not complaining.

Amanda Young

When you first throw the snowball she's going to yelp and then laugh. If you want a snow ball fight you're going to get one Y/n.

Constantly throwing snowballs at you. She's got pretty good aim too. Will make a little pile of snowballs to hit you back with.

I can see her trying to put snowballs down your clothes if she gets close enough. She doesn't mean to be rude she just loves to play fight with you. Please don't be mad at her.

Will let you get her back however. She might be mean but she's fair. It's not fun if you don't get hit at least once.

Will happily cuddle up with you once you're done outside. Probably will want to drink some coffee while doing so but as long as you're there she's happy.

Adam Faulkner

He just wanted to take pictures outside while it's snowing he never wanted to be pelted with snow balls.

Will refuse to play along with this until you hit him in the face, then it's on Y/n, get ready.

He's going to make so many snow balls but fail horribly at throwing them because he has such bad aim.

Won't complain when you warm up with him inside. Will want to go develop his photos though.

Candy Man

He's, like a lot of slashers, confused as to why you threw a snowball at him. Why do you want to hurt him love?

Please explain that it's a game people play and have fun with. He'll quickly explain he can't really make snow balls to throw back at you.

So you'll have to make a pile of them for him so you to can have fun playing together.

Will happily wrap his coat around your body to keep you warm after playing outside in the cold. If you have a fireplace he'll probably light a fire.

Jason Voorhees

Did you just, hit him, with a ball of snow? Y/n what are you doing? Are you mad at him? Please don't be mad!

It'll take some convincing to get Jason to play with you. He'd much rather make a snowman, but if his s/o wants to play with snowballs he'll play with them.

He's going to be gentle and probably just lightly throw them at you. He doesn't want to hurt you at all so please don't be mad when he's not using his full strength to hit you.

Will inist you two cuddle by a fire after playing outside. It's the right thing to do Y/n.

Billy Lenz

Won't even ask questions, once you hit him with a snow ball he's throwing them right back at you.

He'll be very aggressive with throwing them your way and making sure that they hit you. He's not going to just let you win, you have to earn it.

Also might just dump snow down your clothes because he's a bit mean like that.

Won't complain when you cuddle up with him inside the house.

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[ahmnom]

I’m obsessed and I have no clue why 😭😭 sorry to my followers lmao

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[roni-mosi]

An evening alone

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[fatheroplants]

Won’t you give him a goodnight kiss?

#the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire #brahms fluff #brahms

[harls-art224]

couple of brahms drawings🖤

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[eddiesbug]

𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒎𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

guard dog [1.3k]

your ex-boyfriend tries to take you away from brahms. chaos ensues.

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[floral-and-fine]

Chapstick

Brahms Heelshire x female reader

Short little drabble/ very fluffy

Summary: Reader helps Brahms with his chapped lips.

a/n: Had this headcanon pop into my head yesterday that Brahms has very chapped lips, next thing I knew I wrote something 😅 Enjoy!

Brahms swung his legs back and forth as he sat patiently on the counter. His hands were folded in his lap while watching you closely. You were busy rummaging through your bag and muttering to yourself about how it had to be in there somewhere. 

You suddenly bounced on the balls of your feet in triumph as you finally pulled out the small tube of chapstick, holding it up like a prize. “Here it is!”

You dropped your bag on the kitchen table and popped the cap off. Guessing from the color, Brahms figured it had to be cherry flavor, maybe strawberry, either suited you, seeing as they were both quite sweet. 

You approached him with a soft smile and Brahms leaned forward meeting you halfway as you stood on your tiptoes. Firm but gentle, you held his chin as you lightly glided the lip balm over his horribly chapped lips. 

He utterly loved this about you, you took better care of him than his own mother ever had, a few of his nannies from before, a long time before, were good too, but you were by far the best. 

You never seemed bothered taking care of all his scraps and scratches, which he usually had in abundance from living in the walls, there were always loose nails and splintered wood everywhere in there that he seemed to get snagged on or scratched by. It never really was intended to be a living space after all. 

“Go like this,” you instructed while rubbing your lips together to show him. 

His own lips curled as he resisted chuckling at the popping sound your lips made when you were done. 

You were so cute. You often referred to him as cute, but he knew that between you and him, you were the cutest. You might find his childlike behavior cute, but he wasn’t dumb, he was well aware others would find it repulsive or creepy. You, on the other hand, looked cute and acted cute, even small actions like that, were simply adorable. 

“You can keep this,” you smiled, handing him the chapstick. “Don’t forget to reapply later.”

He nodded eagerly, his eyes wide as his fingers clutched around the small tube. 

Brahms didn’t think it was possible to love you more, but each little thing you did was just so incredibly thoughtful and kind that he couldn’t help it. Just like right now, despite the fact that he still kept his mask on around you most of the time, you were able to tell he was in discomfort and wanted to help him. 

When he had removed his mask, you immediately saw what the problem was. His lips, especially the bottom one, was chapped and cracking. 

Brahms had a tendency to lick his lips as a sort of nervous tick, he did it almost constantly when he was feeling anxious, and he had a lot to feel anxious about lately. First with his parents leaving, then getting a new nanny, finally trying his best to be good so you’ll stay and care for him. 

God, he was so scared you’d abandon him too, the idea alone practically paralyzed him with fear. He glanced at your face, he couldn’t bear to be alone again, not after getting to be so close to you. 

He knew he’d never find anyone like you again.

“Oh!” You chirped, startling Brahms. “Drink lots of water too, that’ll help.” You opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass filling it with water and handed it to him. 

He tucked your chapstick safely away in the pocket of his cardigan before accepting the glass, taking a small sip as you looked at him expectantly.

“I’ll ask Malcolm to get you a few chapsticks that aren’t so girly,” you said, satisfied as he continued to take small drinks of water. 

“But I like this one,” Brahms said in a sweet tone.

You shrugged, “Well, if you don’t mind, then I’ll just ask him to get more of those, some for me and for you.” 

Brahms liked that idea. In fact, he was surprised he hadn’t thought of it right away, but using your chapstick felt very intimate, almost like sharing a kiss with you. He rubbed his lips together, thinking about how your lips and his lips now tasted the same. 

He watched as you wandered over to the fridge where you kept a list of groceries and other necessities for Malcolm to pick up. At the bottom of the list you added chapstick and specified which brand and flavor. 

Brahms still wanted to actually kiss you, of course, but for now he could be satisfied with this. He hoped that, perhaps, by the time his lips healed he could do just that, kiss you. 

His face began to flush at the thought of finally feeling your soft lips against his own. Feeling rather shy all of sudden, he put his mask back on his face for comfort. 

“What would you like for lunch?” You called, opening the fridge and digging around.

“You can pick,” he answered, his hand delving back into his pocket and absentmindedly rubbed the tube of chapstick between his fingers. 

#brahms the boy #brahms x you #brahms fluff #the boy fanfic #the boy 2016 #reader insert #female reader #brahms heelshire #Brahms heelshire x reader

[4neversanemoments]

From my fic Between Us on wattpad

#oc stuff #slashers #the boy movie #brahms smut #brahms fluff

[pedzs]

Two panel Brahms and Greta F•A•N•A•R•T 🥹

I don’t have anything to add, please enjoy✨

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[b-00-biez]

"Slashers with an S/o who cries when people shout at them"

Warning: cursing and a bit of angst

Characters: Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

You and bo have fights but never to the point he yells or shouts at you. This time he was really angry because a victim escaped.

"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THEM FOR ONE SECOND AND THEY ESCAPED, IT WAS THAT SIMPLE"

You bite your lip refusing to talk back as you lower your head until he is finished.

He sighed and made you look up at him. You were crying, big tears flow from your eyes as you looked at him. Your lips quivering and you looked away.

You both stood there until Bo broke and gave you a hug

It wasnt like those apology hugs your mom made you do to make up with your siblings

It was very sincere and tight

"I'm sorry doll, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. " he whispered in your ear so soft and gentle.

He sat you both down while you're in his lap as he caresses your back. You both stayed there holding each other in your arms.

He told Lester to find the victim which he did and killed so it was problem solved.

From today on he never raised his voice when he got angry, you both communicated better and you two would make up pretty quickly.

If any of his brothers did the same to yell at you then he would be throwing hands

All in all he learned to be gentle with you which his brothers never ever thought he could do

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas already knew you cried when being shouted at

Hoyt was never really a good tempered person and will degrade your self esteem the chance he gets but you would suck the tears back up and wont let Thomas know what happened.

This time it was something different

"YOU FUCKING WHORE, ALL THE SHIT YOU DID WILL PASS THROUGH TOMMY BUT NOT ME"

You were shivering, Luda mae was not there to save you or beat this bitch and tommy was busy in the basement.

Hoyt raised a hand at you, as you squinted your eyes to brace yourself of the impact you hear..

"Aye tommy i-i was kidding.. hehe.. your little doll there was..AAAAA"

Tommy was standing in between you and hoyt , holding the man's hand back.

Tommy almost choked him to death if it werent for Luda Mae finally getting home.

Your boyfriend kept you in his arms like a baby as he rocks you.

He mumbles and grunts to give encouragement

He wont let anyone of his family yell nor harm you

Brahms Heelshire

You weren't the best of care takers. You always followed the rules so you wont anger Brahms.

But since Malcohlm was running late and you needed the groceries you have no choice but to go to the store

You planned to just have a quick trip so that when you come back Brahms wont even notice. But he did , he saw you walk out that gate.

Brahms is an impatient man, a minute of you gone it's been hours to him. But when you come back.

He stormed screaming at you

"YOU BROKE THE RULES, YOU DARE LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE MY PARENTS?! YOURE HORRIBLE "

You tried to explain yourself with incoherent mumbles as you shake. He towers over you going silent, Hes just looking at you!

You broke down and into a ball

Brahms started to feel bad, at least you came back for him.

He left you alone and slid your favorite snack over to you as he sits on the floor with you

In his childish voice he started to say sorry , patting your head gently

If you're both stuck in this house he might as well treat you better

He hugs you not letting go until you stopped crying

-Just a quick reminder that if you experience this in real life from a spouse its best to leave them, although fights are normal among relationships they shouldnt mistreat you either way💕

#slasher fucker #slasher x you #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms x you #bo sinclair #house of wax #slasher fluff #thomas hewitt headcanon #thomas hewitt #bo sinclair headcanons

[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

The Slashers Asking you “What Would you Do if I Cheated on you?”

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: I loved writing this chapter. I hope that you guys can enjoy this as much as I liked imagining the little scenarios for it. I am working on the start for the "Asking them to rail you" chapters, so lookout for that soon!

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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[slasher-male-wife]

Brushing slashers hair

I think about brushing and braiding Vincent’s hair a lot so I thought why the hell not. 

Includes: Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Vincent Sinclair 

Brahms Heelshire

After giving Brahms a bath you realized you needed to brush his hair. He’d brush it every few weeks in the walls but today you decided to brush it yourself.

It’d take so much convincing and kisses to get him to sit down. Then when the tugging and pulling comes he’s gonna start to whine and complain. 

“Y/N it hurts! Can we be over now?” 

You’ll have to give him so much praise and love during and after all of this

Once you’re done he will demand so much love. You know that audio that goes like “Wheres my treat? I’ve been a very brave little boy.” That’s him after you brush his hair. 

Billy Lenz

Good luck getting him to sit still. You’d have to like have him sit between your thighs pretty tight. But them again he won’t mind at all. 

You’ll wanna wash his hair first because my lord it is oily. He rarely can wash himself because of how busy the house usually is. 

He will make little noises and constantly talking about how much he loves being with you. 

“Pretty Piggy making Billy look pretty?” “Billy’s gonna be a very pretty boy.” 

After you brush his hair he’ll want to brush yours. He wants to help care for you too. 

Vincent Sinclair 

You’d have to pull him away from his work to get him to let you take care of him.

He’d have the radio playing as he’d love to hear you hum along to it.

He takes pretty good care of his hair so it won’t be too hard to brush it.

If you get done pretty fast he’ll either have you keep going or brush your hair.

He’ll ask you to do it more after that.

He’ll just come up to you with the hair brush and have you brush it.

He might have you put it up for him every once and awhile.

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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

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