finalgirldiaries

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Hi!

I saw that ur requests were opened and was wondering if you could write a Brahms heelshire x reader where the reader is a heavy sleeper/tired all the time to the point where they just blame all the stuff happening in the house bc they’re tired lol. Oh stuff goes missing or moved? Probably just misplaced it or don’t remember where I place things. Strange noises going through the house? Probably still tired, a nap should fix it!

no rush! And I hope you have an amazing day 💗

Hi! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy!

Probably Just Tired

[Brahms Heelshire x Reader]

The Heelshire manor was supposed to be a quiet getaway. A bit eerie, yes, but charming. The job was easy: take care of a porcelain doll named Brahms and follow a list of rules. Nothing you couldn’t handle. Except… you were exhausted. Always.

You blamed it on the stress of moving, the long drive, your weird sleep schedule. But truthfully? You were just tired. Constantly.

The first few days, you slept through the nights like a log. When morning came, things weren’t quite where you left them.

Your toothbrush? In the hallway.

A teacup? Balanced on the stair rail.

The front door? Unlocked. Again.

You rubbed your eyes each time and mumbled, “Guess I did that half-asleep. Shouldn’t be brushing my teeth during REM cycles…”

Then came the sounds.

Scraping. Tapping. Breathy whispers. All late at night.

You stirred once or twice but always rolled over with a mutter: “House is just old. Or maybe I need magnesium. Yeah. Magnesium.”

You took naps after breakfast. Naps before dinner. Sometimes you dozed off mid-sentence reading aloud to Brahms. The porcelain face never reacted, but if you had been paying closer attention, maybe you would’ve noticed the head tilting slightly when you weren’t looking.

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Brahms watched you.

He knew you were different. Most people ran. Or screamed. Or at least questioned the rules.

You? You shuffled through the halls with messy hair, oversized sweaters, and a cup of tea you forgot to finish. You barely noticed when things moved — barely noticed him.

You even slept through him crawling out of the walls. Twice.

Once, he accidentally knocked over a lamp. You grumbled, “Stupid dreams again,” and went right back to snoring.

He started doing more, just to test you.

Moved your entire dresser three inches to the left.

You walked into it the next morning and muttered, “Huh. Gotta stop sleep-moving furniture. That’s dangerous.”

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Then one night, he left a peanut butter sandwich beside your bed. You didn’t make one. You didn’t even like peanut butter that much.

Still, you sat up at 3 a.m., took one bite, nodded, and whispered, “Thanks, me.”

Brahms tilted his head in confusion from the shadows.

You were… unbreakable. Or maybe just incredibly lazy. Either way, he was intrigued.

That night, while you drooled on your pillow, he sat beside you and gently brushed your hair back, his fingers cold.

You didn’t even flinch.

“Probably just a draft,” you mumbled, half-conscious.

Brahms let out a low chuckle.

Maybe you wouldn’t run. Maybe you were exactly what he needed — someone who wouldn’t question him. Someone who’d just nap through it all.

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Brahms Heelshire x Thick Girl

Protective Nature: Brahms would be fiercely protective of her, always making sure she feels safe and cherished in his presence. His intense, quiet demeanor would be softened by his concern for her well-being, always looking out for her.

Body Positivity Advocate: Brahms would love and appreciate every inch of her body. He would reassure her that she’s perfect just as she is, offering constant compliments on her beauty. He’d prefer to remind her of her strength, both physically and emotionally, and would never let her feel self-conscious about her figure.

Comfort in Silence: Brahms would enjoy spending quiet time with her, sitting in companionable silence. He wouldn’t always need words to express his affection—sometimes a shared look or touch would say it all.

Food Lover: He’d be an avid lover of food, and he’d take his girl to secret spots where they can indulge in their favorite meals together. He’d love cooking for her, often making meals that are hearty and comforting, emphasizing that good food equals love.

Unpredictable Yet Tender: While Brahms can be unpredictable with his moods and actions, he’d be incredibly tender and considerate when it comes to her. He’d make sure to check in on her emotionally, knowing how to balance his intense personality with a soft side that caters to her needs.

Long Hair = Cuddles: Brahms would love running his fingers through her hair, particularly if she had thick, long hair. Whether it’s just to relax or before bedtime, he’d enjoy the act of close contact and would often fall asleep with his hand buried in her hair.

Romantic Gestures: Brahms would not shy away from romantic gestures, though they would be a bit odd and quirky, considering his somewhat disturbed nature. He might leave small gifts for her in places where she would unexpectedly find them or write her cryptic notes expressing his admiration.

Jealous and Possessive: If another person tried to get too close to her, Brahms’ jealousy would be quick to surface. His protective instincts would kick in, but in his own way, he’d show her that she’s the only one he desires. He may not outright confront people, but he would make it clear in subtle ways that she belongs to him.

Mutual Healing: Brahms would see her as someone who understands the pain of being misunderstood or judged, and he’d connect with her on that level. Their relationship would be one of mutual healing, where they help each other come to terms with their emotional scars.

Emotional Support: Despite his haunted past, Brahms would be emotionally supportive of his thicker girl. He’d stand by her, whether she’s dealing with insecurities or trying to conquer life’s challenges. His undying loyalty would be evident in the way he listens and helps her navigate tough moments, showing that he’s always there, no matter what.

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Jason Voorhees x Thick Short Girlfriend (Headcanons)

Big Guy, Tiny Girl Energy: Jason adores the size difference. He feels extra protective and gentle with you, often scooping you up like it’s second nature. You’re the only one he ever cradles that tenderly.

Obsessed With Your Thighs: He’s mesmerized by your plump thighs. Whether you’re in shorts, leggings, or just lounging in bed, he’s constantly sneaking glances—or letting a massive hand rest on them when you’re cuddling.

Makes You Sit on His Lap All the Time: You’re the perfect size to perch on his lap. He’ll silently pull you into his arms and pat his thigh to let you know that’s your seat now—especially when he’s feeling touch-starved or jealous.

Carries You Without Warning: To Jason, you’re lightweight. He’ll randomly pick you up to move you around like it’s no big deal—especially if he thinks you look tired or just wants to feel you close.

Touches You with Surprising Gentleness: Despite his monstrous strength, his touch is feather-light when it comes to you. He traces your curves with reverence, especially around your hips and thighs, like he’s handling something sacred.

Loves When You Wear His Clothes: His huge shirts and sweaters hang adorably on you. Jason loves when you wear them without pants—those thick thighs peeking out drive him wild in his own quiet way.

Makes You Feel Like a Goddess: Jason doesn’t speak much, but his actions scream devotion. He’ll build little shrines of things that remind him of you—a flower you once wore, a photo, even your hair ties.

Always Keeps You Warm: Your size makes you more sensitive to the cold, and Jason is your walking furnace. He’ll wrap you up in his jacket or just pull you into his arms to keep you cozy. He never complains—he lives for your cuddles.

Silent Praise Kink: He doesn’t use words, but you can feel how much he worships you through his actions—lingering touches, the way he looks at you like you hung the moon, and how his breathing changes when you show off your curves.

Gets Protective When People Stare: If someone so much as glances at your thighs for too long, Jason gets still—dangerously so. He doesn’t say a word, but suddenly people are very motivated to look anywhere but at you.