Brahms accidentally scares you and you get hurt.
a/n i didnt know how to end it but i hope yall enjoy it as much as the last one. I like this kind of bulleted writing, it makes it easier for me to continue one part at a time. I haven't been this motivated to write for someone in so long. Please reblog and all that stuff. Enjoy :)
You had just gotten out of the shower and were getting dried off. He came out of the wall in the bathroom closet and opened the door only for you to scream and faint, hitting your head in the process.
He panicked and quickly rushed to see if you were still breathing. Luckily you were and he sighed in relief. Gently, he shook your shoulder, whimpering lightly when you didn’t wake up. He huffed and picked you up and held you to his chest as he carefully maneuvered you through the walls into his living space in the walls.
He lied you on the bed and then quietly got pajama pants on that you gave him. He looked over at you still in your towel and blushed, knowing that you didn’t have anything on underneath. He debated for a minute before deciding to put clothes on you. Brahms ran to your room quickly and got some underwear for you and then decided to let you wear his shirt as it was easier to get on you than your night clothes.
When Brahms came back, he saw you were still passed out and frowned slightly under his mask. Taking a deep breath, he slid the underwear up your legs blushing lightly the whole time. After, he grabbed one of his shirts and put it over your head and put your arms through. While sliding the shirt down, he removed the towel so as to not invade your privacy.
Debating whether or not to sleep next to you, he decided he was going to as he assumed you wouldn’t mind much. Brahms lifted the blanket and placed you under it and then slid in next to you. Pulling you to his chest, it felt nice to be holding the real person instead of the doll he had made and since thrown out. He removed his mask and set it on the nightstand then gently kissed your head and held you as he fell asleep.
When you had woken up, you were confused as to where you were. There were arms wrapped around your waist and your face was nuzzled into a broad chest. You soon realized that it was Brahms who was holding you. Wanting to get up and get some water for your dry throat, you tried to slightly move his arms only for them to tighten around you.
As he moved, he grunted lightly and his eyes fluttered open. He saw you staring at him with wide eyes, scared he was gonna be angry and think you were trying to escape. His eyebrows furrowed as he recalled last night and realized why you seemed scared.
“Sorry for scaring you last night… I waited til you were out to come out so you could cover yourself. I was going to ask if you could read to me before bed.” He sheepishly let out in an amazing sleepy voice. You shyly looked away, embarrassed that you had gotten so scared so easily.
“It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting someone to come out of the closet door.” You chuckled lightly and asked, “can you let go so I can get some water and get breakfast ready for us..?” He nodded and let go hesitantly. After getting out of the bed, you realized that you were only wearing a shirt that didn't belong to you. You blushed at the thought of him getting you dressed.
“I promise you were covered the whole time. I made sure not to look.” Brahms was sitting up and putting on his mask as you saw a violent red blush cover his neck and ears. You nodded and said a thank you as you made your way through the walls to the kitchen.
After making breakfast and eating, you both went into the library so you could read to him like he had wanted the night before.









