Brahms heelshire smut 🥰

Part 4 YIPPEE

Mk so I'm sorry about all the grammar problems. I write these at night and I'm so tired don't even see them. <3 also a few new things I forgot to mention. You are 20-22 years old and are 5'00. And with that, onto part 4 <3

As you made your way into the kitchen you sat brahms down and immediately got to work. You opened up the fridge and grabbed a bunch of ingredients to make chicken noodle soup. A few minutes later while it was simmering you sat down, exhausted from running right after you had woken up. You looked over at Brahms, just gazing at him. It almost seemed like he had been gazing back. You wondered if the man you had met earlier was taunting you by moving it? It was possible. I mean, you did fall asleep. He could've moved him around. You day-dreamt about the man. You wanted to know him more, see him more, feel him more. A couple more minutes later and the soup was ready. You got out two bowls and poured the soup in. You loved  chicken noodle soup. Or just most soups for that matter. It just felt warm, and reminded you of when you used to get sick and your mom made you chicken noodle soup when you were little. You got so distracted by you thoughts you forgot to eat for a bit. After you were done eating and cleaning the dishes, you poured Brahms' soup into a jar and put it in the fridge. "The jar will break in the freezer." You explained to brahms. You then put away the rest of the soup. You picked up brahms, carried him to his room and got him ready for bed. After you had laid him down you picked up a book and began reading, showing him the pictures from time to time. After you were done reading, you got up and placed a slow, gentle kiss on his forehead, somewhat imagining him as that man. Oh god what were you thinking?! You barely, (if at all) knew the man. You then left his forehead, and left the room. You walked to your room slowly, just thinking about him. You decided to try and draw him. When you got to your room you grabbed your sketch book and pencils and began sketching out ideas of what he may look like.you knew he wore a mask, but it was so dark you could hardly see. But you had a few good ideas. Next was his hair. You knew it had to be black or brown since it blended into the dark so well. You ended up falling asleep in the middle of drawing and sketching. As you woke up a good few hours later, you realized that your sketchbook had moved. And your page with drawing of the man had been torn off!