grey matter ~ b. hand x fem reader

Hook, Line, and Sinker

The plan had been set in motion. The only thing missing now was establishing a relationship with Brett.

Y/n was no idiot. She knew this would be difficult but she wasn't going to back down. She figured Brett was a simple man. A basic no bra and leering eyes could easily do the trick.

In fact, she had done this before. Several men had fallen for the trap so Brett shouldn't be any different. If tying down a man was a game, she'd fucking win. Every. Time.

Y/n adjusted her shirt in her car before her eyes met her prey. Brett cocked his head and awkwardly waved at her.

"Shit," she mumbled underneath her breath as Brett began to approach her car.

This was not the setting she wanted this to happen in. This was not happening.

Soon, she found herself rolling down her window and grinning from ear to ear, "Brett! Fancy seeing you here."

"Hey Y/n. Listen about yesterday..."

"Don't sweat Brett. I'm not mad."

"Y-you're not? Yesterday you seemed...upset."

"Yeah well I had some time to think about it and I think I overreacted. I would love for you to take me out on a date tonight. Say, Italian?"

Hook.

"Uh..."

"Great! Pick me up at eight!"

...

Brett didn't know how he did it, but he was relieved to get a reservation at a nice Italian place on such short notice.

He felt flustered at first but quickly settled once the date began. They had ordered their food and now came the awkward part.

The two stared at each other before he cleared his throat, "so...how was your day?"

She continued staring with a flirtatious smile before she finally answered, "it was okay. How was yours?"

"F-fine," he stuttered out.

Y/n leaned in, "you seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous Brett?"

Brett swallowed hard before it finally it hit him. Y/n wasn't wearing a bra.

Did she do that intentionally?? he thought.

Brett cleared his throat, "Tell me about yourself. I feel like I barely know anything about you."

"Okay, what do you want to know?" she asked leaning back into her chair.

"Oh you know...the basics. Where you went to school, what you majored in...your favorite color..."

Y/n smiled, "uh okay, sure," she stood straighter, "I went to Harvard and graduated with a degree in mathematics. My favorite color is f/c. What's yours?"

"Yellow."

She chuckled, "like a highlighter yellow or like a dandelion yellow?"

He laughed as well, "no. Absolutely not. More like a mustard yellow."

"Ah. So what about you? Where did you go to school?"

"I went to Yale. So I guess we should fight about that," he joked.

"Oh of course. It's a must. I'm holding in my puke as we speak."

They both laughed.

The clinking of silverware consumed the room before Brett asked, "why did you agree to go on a date with me?"

"Hm?"

"You seemed so hesitant before. I guess I'm just confused as to why now."

Y/n thought for a moment, "honestly...I don't know. I've been thinking about what you said the other day and you're right. It is time to be selfish. My work has consumed so much of my life. It's time to do something for me."

"Oh, God. You don't have a terminal illness do you?!"

"What? God no! Why would you think that?"

"You're speaking as if you're gonna die!"

Y/n remained silent at this. Her head cocked to the side in confusion, "I guess it did sound like that," she laughed, "wow. Cognito has fucked you up. I bet you haven't even killed anyone yet."

"Umm..."

"You have?! Wow, I've underestimated you Brett."

"Can we please talk about something else," he muttered.

"Of course. Did you play any sports in school?"

"I played basketball in high school. You?"

"I was a cheerleader in high school and in college. So I'm very...flexible."

Brett's face turned bright red. He was struggling to come up with a question before their waiter arrived to save him from saying something embarrassing.

He placed their dishes on the table and nodded at the couple before leaving them be. Y/n smiled at her food. It smelled fantastic and she couldn't wait to enjoy it. She looked over at Brett and her smile dropped.

Brett held onto his fork tightly and was staring intently at his food.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Brett looked up, "fabulous."

"Did I come on too strong?" she asked quickly, "I'm sorry if I did. I've been told I can be kinda intense."

"No," he said quietly, "I think it's just me."

Y/n's brows furrowed, "you? Why would you think you're the problem?"

"I think Myc and Gigi are just getting in my head."

Y/n's mouth formed a thin line, "Brett I want to be here."

Line.

His face softened.

"I'm not trying to drive you away. I want to be here with you."

...

Y/n and Brett made out sloppily on her couch, each of them yearning for more.

"Will it always be like this?" Brett asked in between kisses.

"Okay, there is a lot of talking going on when there doesn't need to be," Y/n replied.

Brett pulled away, "I know it's just...I don't want us to be just sex. I liked our date tonight. I still want to get to know you."

Sinker.

Y/n smiled. She kissed him once more before replying, "I enjoyed our date too. We can take things slow if you want. There's no need for anything to happen tonight."

"Well, I didn't say that..."

Y/n's eyebrow rose, "my, my, Mr. Hand. You sure don't waste any time."

"Is that such a bad thing?" he said leaning into kiss her once more.

Y/n yelped as she fell back onto the couch the rest of the night being a blur of bliss.

A/N: do y'all think Brett would be the type of guy to propose with a flash mob 🤔