grey matter ~ b. hand x fem reader

Just a Little Delulu

A/N: smut warning in this chapter!!

Y/n sat on the shower floor as water poured down her body. She hugged her knees as many thoughts came to mind.

She watched as Frasier's blood washed away and flowed down the drain. He deserved to die, she kept telling herself.

She sighed as she slicked down her hair. There was no need to dwell on these things. She had the device. Everything else would just fall into place.

She shut off the water and grabbed the complementary towel that hung on the towel rack. She wrapped it around her body before exiting the shower.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a while before whispering, "you're a good person."

Her cheeks burned as she forced herself to smile. Tomorrow would be a new day. Today is a day to reset. Everything would be better tomorrow.

...

The next morning was abnormally quiet. For Y/n at least. Everyone seemed to be speaking distantly and unintelligibly. Maybe her ears hadn't yet adjusted from the loud gunshots. Either way, it was making for a very uncomfortable breakfast.

"Y/n?"

She snapped from her daze and turned to face the direction where the voice came from. Andre cocked his head to the side, "I asked if you wanted syrup."

Y/n blinked at her blond friend before shaking her head, "no, thanks," she sat straighter as her mother's voice whispered in her head, "sit up straight. Slouching is for ugly people."

She picked at her food before eventually standing from the dining table, "excuse me."

The group watched as she retreated back to her room and shut the door behind.

The clanking of utensils filled the silence before Glenn cleared his throat, "so are we not gonna talk about it?"

"No," Reagan quickly responded, "and if any of you bring it up you're fired."

The group quieted down again before returning to their own conversations. Brett looked back at the room. He wanted to say something. Anything. But he was struggling to find the words.

Reagan slapped his hand with her fork. He winced and turned back to see her shaking her head, "not yet," she mouthed.

Brett's mouth formed a thin line. Not yet.

...

Night had come quickly that day. Y/n, Reagan, and Gigi hung around the kitchen area making and drinking alcoholic beverages of whatever they could find.

Reagan left after two shots making the girls boo her on her way out.

Y/n had noticed that Brett had been ignoring her all day. It was probably for the best, but then again it was way out of character for him.

"I mean can you believe it? Me and Brett? I don't know why I ever thought this was a good idea," Y/n slurred as she sipped her drink, "and the worst part is, I fell for that lovable idiot. And don't you dare tell anyone this but the sex...it is goooood."

Gigi laughed as she poured herself another shot of vodka, "maybe we should talk about something else."

"Oh like you're such a prude."

"Seriously this," she pored Y/n a shot, "is not a good look for you. The Y/n Scheimpough drinking over a guy? Oh honey. How the mighty have fallen."

Y/n laughed and quickly devoured the shot, "I'm not drinking over a guy but I agree. I feel like I've been off my game lately. I mean nothing is working out for me!"