Big Boy | BRAHMS HEELSHIRE X READER|

𝒜 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒

It was a Saturday and you were done helping Malcom pack away the groceries.
The Heel-shires left at a sudden notice with a sticky note by your beside.

Your shoes were returned to you. You expected it to be far more cold and windy in the UK
so you brought them, now you just feel dumb.

"So, finally got your shoes back huh?" Malcom started up conversation.
"Yeah..the Heel-shires probably gave it back to me before they left".

"Y'know, I know a lot about a woman based on her shoes," Malcom raised an eyebrow while he passed you the flour to pack away.

"Oh really?" You laughed listening intently.
"Oh yeah..you're definitely a run-away celebrity who faked their death through an allergic reaction to corn syrup" Malcom nodded.

You shook your head, he was weird asl.
"Here," You turned your head to face Malcom.

A green ticket was placed gently on top of your palm.
"Drive-in"? You tilted your head as you read it.

"Well, it's your first time in London so..I figured we could go see the movie drive-in a few blocks down from the city."

Your eyes lit up like stars.
Trust me, being in the heel-shire Manor was fascinating, yet the dark gloomy colours can really weigh down your day.

"It's not too much is it?" Malcom blushed.
"No! Not at all, this looks like fun Malcom, thank you."

You both bided each-other good bye before you were once again left alone.
You hurriedly headed back to your room, Brahms was sitting on your bed.

A sense of guilt washed over you.

You knew you were given strict instructions to not go anywhere.
Yet Brahms was just a doll, a bit of fun wouldn't hurt anyone. It's not like he'd starve or anything.

You laid all your clothes in-front of you:

[choose one]
You decided to go with your favourite one.

You held it against your body, and felt the fabric merge with your waist.

It was decided, you checked the ticket and realised it would be tonight.
So you hurriedly took off your clothes.

You glanced towards Brahms. You knew it was just a doll but still felt uncomfortable towards it. So you picked it up and faced it towards the wall.

The bathroom was mesmerising. Everything in this place felt expensive, even the soap.
You faced your body towards the mirror. You were beautiful, you were that girl. Even if you didn't always feel like it.

You placed your towel down and headed inside the shower.

...

You were finally done..you became extremely tired all of a sudden.
You walked out to see an incense stick laying on the floor.
That wasn't there before.

You had quickly realised it wasn't steam from your shower, yet the burning incense that filled the air.
You slipped on a puddle outside the shower. You swore it wasn't there before either.

Fuck— you thought before falling to the ground.

You were unconscious, yet before you fully passed out you felt a larger figure lift you up.

..

You woke up startled.
You felt the moonlight shine on you.

Hurriedly, you ran to the window and saw Malcom.
"MALCOM!" You screamed, he couldn't hear you. Even when you tapped on the glass the hardest you could.

You hurriedly put your dress on and ran down the steps, yet it was too late.
Malcom had already driven off.

In a defeated position, you slowly made your way up the stairs and couldn't find your ticket anywhere either. Your feet dragging onto the ground.

[optional to actually play the music while you read]

You were about to take your clothes off, when all of a sudden classical music started to play.
It sounded familiar..it sounded like a violin solo
It was Swan lake by Tchaikovsky..
What pretty violin..you thought to yourself.
You must've left the player on.
It was almost as if it was specifically playing for you.

You got up and swayed around the room, your outfit leaping around you.
Your outfit didn't match the song at all, but you still wanted to.

I guess it was a nice thing to keep the music so loud, It was almost as if it came out of the walls. It was so much fun dancing around your room.

So you danced, you closed your eyes and danced your frustration out.
You danced until you felt like you couldn't at all.
It almost felt as if someone else was dancing with you.
Someone else holding your waist as you intertwined with the music.

The music must've been that effective towards you.
Your arms were engulfed in the way your feet caught up.

Until you were laying on your bed arms out, tired.

You'd have to explain everything to Malcom tomorrow.