You wish this was you, huh? ( slasher headcanons & oneshots )

Brahms heelshire with s short S/O

Dedicated to @headachebby

[Name] had always had struggles with employment due to her significant shortness. From not being able to reach certain things to being made fun of by co-workers.

Her height made it hard fit in and to get along with other workers, which is why  she immediately took the job she was offered by an elderly couple in the UK.
All she had to do was babysit a little boy, making sure to follow every rule on the list.

Once the time came, [name] flew over to the UK, unaware of the events that notably change her life. She was greeted by Mr And Mrs Heelshire, soon finding out how easy her job was about to become. A doll? She was babysitting a doll? Finally, someone that she could feel taller than.

The couple left the house,  leaving her with no company other than the brahms doll, and occasionally Malcom.

The rules were a tad bit weird, but nothing she wasn't willing to do.  She grew accustomed to brahms, they were going to have a lovely time together.

♡.  .  .  .  .  .♡

There name was,  A bloodied man on her floor, none other than her ex, and another dead man beside him,  easily identified as Malcom. Brahms walked over to her, her instincts telling her to back up, and she did just that,  nearly tripping over the remains of the broken doll.

"Brahms." She said, catching him is guard. "C'mon, let's go to bed." She said, easing Brahms to follow her. He followed her to the bedroom in which the doll slept, stopping at door.

He walked over to [Name], towering over the already short woman. "Brahms, let's go." She said, too flustered to look into his eyes. "Up." Brahms said, confusing [Name]. "What?" "Up." Brahms lifted [Name] into the air,  carrying her into the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed, causing her to sit up in confusion. "Brahms, you have to go to bed." She said, pulling his hand.
He immediately leaned over,  plopping his head down on to her lap. "Bra-" [Name] refused to finish her sentence,  seeing as to how he slept ever so gracefully. Brahms got up,  wrapping his arms around her waist and laying down.

He pulled her in,  burying her face into his chest. "Kiss." The man whispered, his chin on top of [Name's] head. She complied, pecking the lips of his mask.

♡. . . . . . .♡
[Name] and brahms had grown closer in their time together. Brahms, being the playful brat he is, would either put [Name] on a counter, knowing she'd struggle to get down on her own, or put stuff out of her reach, occasionally her favorite snacks. Sometimes she would have to beg him to get her stuff down, a "pretty please" normally does the trick.

She bought him new clothes, even convincing his musty ass to bathe. Brahms found out about online shopping, getting a little idea. He ordered [Name] some stylish Mary Jane heels, assuming she'd feel better if she was a bit taller. She may not have worn heels that often,  but the heels Brahms got her made her feel special in a way.

Brahms also liked to pick up [Name] a lot. Bridal style, Over the shoulder, Piggyback, you name it. Anything that he could do that didn't put [Name] in an uncomfortable position.

Overall, they had an amazing relationship, despite the fact that he was a murderer.