Imagines. Reader Insert

Y/N's POV

The days had structure and routine to them. Something I could do very well. The rearranging of my room allowed me to hunt through antique furniture and decorations. I loved it so much that with Brahms' permission (In the form of his doll mysteriously appearing in the guest room) I updated his child like room to one of a grown mans. Adding things I think adult Brahms would enjoy and do. I also practiced my tapping in front of the piano and record player. I couldn't play piano but I could tap with the recordings. He seemed to not mind it and even had a record picked out before we got to the room. I'd come to accept the strange occurrences as signs from Brahms. I probably shouldn't have, I should have been cautious.

"So in the routine if I go," I click my heels twice and slide into the sound, "You go." There was two taps from somewhere in the room. Brahms had gotten comfortable with acknowledging me. "Perfect, Brahms. Then the next part." I gave a jazzy little section and he responds with a slight off beat tap rythym. Suddenly, the air felt frustrated and angry. "Oh Brahms its okay, wanna try again? Here." I repeat the tap section and he taps it out correctly this time. "Good Job, Bubby. Now last part we can do." I tap out the slow section and hear him tap alongside me. "Oh, Brahms that's perfect. It's time for free time and your nap. I'm going to town to retrieve some things I need. Is that alright?" There was one tap and I smiled picking the doll up. "Thank you." I put him in the now dark Navy blue room, it humored me to see the child doll in a man's room.

I returned half an hour later with my bags. One bag was men's clothing, simply cause it looked odd to have children clothing in Brahms' closet. "Brahms, I'm home. I also got you clothes for your closet. They look so nice." A lot of them were suits and sweater vest outfit but there were pajamas and casual clothes as well. And a few undergarments, cause I value consistency in details. The only thing I didn't buy were shoes, mostly cause I was envisioning a large man. I take my time getting to Brahms room to find the doll gone. I throw the clothes on the bed in a panicked state. "Brahms?!" I run around looking for him, I take a deep breath and head back to Brahms' room to find a very large man wearing a mask that resembles Brahms holding the Brahms doll. I scream and run out of the room. "Y-Y-Y/N," I hear stuttered in a childlike voice. Oh fuck me that's scary. I take a big breath in go back like a badass. "Who are you?" He lifts the doll as if that's the answer. "You're Brahms?" He nods and looks around the room and his gaze lands on the clothes. He points, "M-m-mine?" He looks at me head tilted to the left. "I don't like the child voice, Brahms. We've communicated with taps intelligently having conversations. I expect that same thing in person." I don't know where I got the courage to say that but the moment I saw the huffing I felt it drain from me. "S-S-Shut Up," he said with his hand around my neck, his voice ridiculously deep now. "Where were you hiding all this time?" He point to the wall, still upset. He had been tapping on the inside of the walls. He had been watching me, get in the bathtub with the doll, and more probably. "Brahms, it's time for your bath. Is that something you would like to do?" He nodded and seemingly calmed down. "Okay, Lets pick out some casual clothing for you." We spent a few moments picking out dark gray sweats and a black tee shirt that had a music note on the chest pocket. I was unsettled by this grown man, by Brahms as anyone would but it was my job to take care of him. We got to the connected bathroom and like everything else, the toiletries I picked out were for a man. I ran a bath while Brahms removed his shirt. I stood up quickly, "whoa, there." He mumbles in the child voice again, "b-b-bath." I couldn't very well get in the bath with him so to prevent the tantrum he nearly had in the room, I add bubbles to the bath and closed my eyes. "You can undress and get in the tub, Brahms." I heard cloth tussle and then a slight splash. I opened my eyes and the bubbles covered what needed to be. He kept the mask on but I didn't say anything about nor could I really bring myself to care. I take a towel and soap it up with a woodsy handcrafted soap I got from a farmers market one of my days out. "So, Brahms' how old are you now?" I ask as I clean his neck and shoulders. "T-Twenty-nine," He responds, so he's aware of time and his information. His voice probably hasn't been used in a while which explains the whole stutter thing. "My b-birthday." I look up at him, "Your birthday?" "Four days." I rinse his back, "Your birthday is in four days? Would you like to celebrate it?" He nods, excitedly. I him softly as I soap his arms and chest. "P-p-pretty...p-prettier than Greta." I look at his mask and smile, "Thank you, Was Greta your friend?" He shakes his head, his vibe getting darker. "She left me, I should have killed him. Killed him like the others. She left because of him." I slow down concerned as I finished rinsing him. I wiped his mask for him slightly afraid but not willing to show it. He grabbed my trembling hand when I tried to clean his jawline at least. "I'll let you finish up here, Brahms." He didn't say anything but when I pulled away his hand tightened up. "Y/N, we were both objects...you wouldn't leave me, would you?" I give him my best smile and make a dark joke, "Not while I'm still breathing I guess." He made a pouty sound, "I wouldn't hurt you." "Of course not, Brahms, who else would teach you to tap?" I stood and walked out of the bathroom. "Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?"