+You stood in the mirror, the tight dress hugging your curves and showing off some of your tummy. You frowned and rubbed your face, sniffling softly to yourself. You disliked your body, hating every little detail about it. You have ever since you realized what girls are supposed to look like, or what society says they're supposed to look like.
You bit your lip and pulled at the tight dress, letting out a loud, sad whine before falling back on the bed. Tears slipped down your cheeks and you violently rubbed them. Soon you began to bawl, your arms over your face as you let your sorrowed cries and tears erupt from your lips and eyes.+
+But these cries went unheard. Brahms was taking his afternoon nap, softly sleeping in his comfy bed in the walls. His large, muscular arms and legs were wrapped around the large body pillow he made. His face was shoved into the pillow as well, but soon he woke up, the pipes in the walls echoing your cries into his room. His eyes shot open and he looked around, a bit frightened before standing and moving into the walls.+
+Soon after pulling on his pants and shirt, he was right behind your mirror, watching sadly as you cried on your bed, hair messy and makeup smeared. You wanted to dress up, since you got a new dress, you did your makeup and hair, and Brahms thought it looked gorgeous.+
Brahms's POV:
+It hurt to see Y/n like this... she doesn't know how pretty she is..+
Third POV:
+ After a bit of crying, you stopped, hearing the closet door open. You immediately froze, eyes shooting to the door as you watched Brahms's towering figure step out. You shiver under his gaze, in all honesty, you were still kinda scared of him. He was much taller than you, you watch him quickly walk to the bed and you flinch when his arms go out towards you. In a rush you apologize. +
+ "I-I'm sorry for waking you up Brahmsy!"+
+ Eyes screwed shut, you had no clue he was basically pinning you, arms on either side of you as you sat there. When you opened your eyes, he was 2 inches from your face, his eyes soft and loving. Your face erupts into a bright red and you flop back, avoiding eye contact+
+ "S-Sorry... I'll cry quieter"+
+Brahms rolls his eyes and grabs your arm gently, pulling you up and holding your shoulder. You look up at him, your arm over your stomach. Brahms takes that arm away too, his hands now letting go of your arms to gently place on your hips.+
+"pretty..." He speaks softly, his voice deep, this was the second time you heard his regular voice. It made you shiver and become flustered+
+You feel his hands slide up and down your sides, one hand feeling your tummy and then your thighs. He rested his large head on top of yours, tears building up in your eyes again. You sniffle and Brahms jumps, his hands flying away from you as he frantically looks at your face. Did he make you upset? Scare you? Make you feel worse? He began to shiver, he was scared this time.+
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+You rubbed your eyes and Brahms continued to watch, his eyes slowly moving to the floor. He rested his hands against his sides and rotated a bit. But after a few seconds, he felt himself stumble backwards, you had tackled him in a hug, your small arms tightly around his torso. He gasped, standing there for a moment before hugging you back. +
+"Thank you Brahms.."+
+Your voice was shaky and Brahms let out a soft breathe he didn't know he was holding in. He lifted you up, moving a piece of your hair out of your face before walking to the bed. He gently laid you down, shuffling onto the bed after you scoot up to the pillows.+
+you eye him confused. "Brahms? What are we doing?..."+
+"snuggle..?" He looked up at you, his eyes soft and childish. You smiled and patted your chest, watching him quickly crawl up and gently grab a hold of your thighs. He pulls them apart and slithers in between them, his large body immediately wrapping around yours. You snuggle close to him, playing with his hair. That's when he does it, a loud click is heard, making you open your eyes and look at him, he drops his mask onto the sheets and your eyes widen. He looks up at you shyly, a bit flustered.+
+You smile and quickly cup his face, eyes scanning his features. You pull his face up and you don't even have to move, he slams his lips against yours, his hands shooting up to cup your face. You flutter your eyes shut and kiss back, it was a soft, slow, passionate kiss. But the happiness soon ended when you pulled away, smiling like a goof. Brahms was bright red, and you giggled at the sight. He soon pulled you close again, leading you both to fall asleep.+
All bodies are perfect!! SCREW SOCIETY!! YOU'RE FUCKING CUTE! Mwa!
