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amberjazmyn · 1 year ago

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matthew gray gubler one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - instagram part two

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - none

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - a series of instagram posts from users gublergram and yngubler.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i had so much fun writing the first part that i knew i had to do it again

part one masterlist

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yngubler made my hubby cry...sorry babe

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gublergram i did know i was going to cry the whole day but, i did not think you'd be so immediate with your vows

kirstenvangsness honestly, we were all crying at one point y.n

shemarfmoore kirstenvangsness now, this is where you re wrong babygirl, the only person that wasn't crying was mrs gubler herself! she was prepared to make sure she didn't cry haha

ajcook i will always say that this was the best wedding i've ever attended!

joemantegna hands down my favourite wedding in the world. congratulations bambini! may your marriage be wonderful

pagetpagetgram stop it right now, mrs gubler! i've just stopped crying!

ynfan6 these photos are so sweet omg! your dress is absolutely gorgeous, y.n!

mggfan6 my heart just did a little flip, matthew cried the whole day! congratulations mr and mrs gubler!

gublergram mggfan6 i did cry, all day. and truthfully, it was the best thing in the world because i got to marry the love of my life!

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gublergram the reason why i cried the whole day wasn't because i never thought i'd see this day or that i'd never meet the girl of my dreams but, because i did get to mee the girl of my dreams and marry her.

i absolutely adore you mrs gubler, more than any words that are in english or any other language in the world can explain. the reason why i cried all day was because today was the happiest i had ever been in my life because i knew i was marrying my best friend. i cried all day because i got to fulfil the dream that her dad dreamt for her even though he never got to see it. i cried all day because my father-in-law never got to see his little girl get married or walk her down the aisle. i cried all day but especially when i saw thomasgibsonofficial walk her down the aisle. i cried because i finally got to vow my everlasting love to my soulmate. i cried all day because i got to see the way i always envisioned my life to be actually happening in front of me. i love you so much mrs gubler and i promise to love you every single day until i can longer do it on earth.

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yngubler it was an amazing day mr gubler. even though my dad wasn't here to see it, i know he was watching and making sure everything went smoothly

thomasgibsonofficial i am forever grateful that i was the one to hand y.n over to you, matthew. it was an honour and a privilege that i was able to honour your father and father-in-law

kirstenvangsness the tears when i saw it was thomas walking y.n down the aisle, omg.

shemarfmoore this was seriously the most emotional wedding i've ever been to but seeing thomas walk our pretty girl down the aisle got me to tear up hardcore

joemantegna i am so honoured to have officiated the ceremony. it was beautiful you two.

ajcook i'm so glad we got to be a part of it, matthew. i wish nothing but the best for you and y.n

mggfan7 i'm guessing that the general consensus is that almost everyone, excluding y.n, cried at the wedding or am i guessing wrong?

ynfan7 mggfan7 yeah, i think you're guessing wrong. i don't think that's the general consensus at all lol

pagetpagetgram i'm still so frustrated that i ugly cried any time that the camera was in my direct eyeshot

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yngubler did someone order a baby gube?

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ynfan8 i think i just choked on my saliva omg say what now?!

mggfan8 omg omg omg! and they literally just had their wedding too omg! what is going on?!

gublergram yeah, i think i ordered it, like a few months ago. it still hasn't arrived yet.

yngubler gublergram how rude, i can't believe that it's taking so long

ynfan9 i just finished crying over the fact of them being married and now they're actually pregnant? wtf i'm so confused

mggfan9 i am so excited omg

ajcook and now i'm sobbing

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gublergram say hello to theodore gray gubler everybody.

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ynfan10 omg it's a lil boy! it's a mini matthew and i can't even

mggfan10 theodore gray, omg my heart! the best name ever!

shemarfmoore cutest godson ever!

kirstenvangsness ok but like, who named theo?

gublergram kirstenvangsness y.n did! theodore was her dad's name and when we were talking about middle names, she wanted to continue the tradition of "gray" from my family. and, basically, i instantly cried when she suggested we name our firstborn after her father but with my middle name.

yngubler my two precious boys <33

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yngubler matthew, today is all about you and the amazing father you are to our little boy, theodore gray. you love our son in ways that i could have only seen in dreams. you always make sure you give our son all the attention in the world. you are his entire world and he is yours and it's plainly obvious. i am so grateful we get to parent our little gube jr. i love you so much gube sr.

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gublergram i have been crying nonstop today and this just made it worse! i love you so much mrs gubler, and i love our theodore more than words can express

yngubler gublergram i love you more mr gubler!

ajcook happy fathers day mgg <3

ynfan11 this is absolutely precious!

mggfan11 happy father's day daddy gube <3

shemarfmoore happy father's day pretty boy

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gublergram happy mothers day to the love of my life, mrs gubler. i am absolutely telling the truth when i say you are the best mother to theodore and we are so grateful to have you in our lives. having the blessing to watch the way your body changed and evolved during theo's pregnancy was magical. watching the way you nurtured him before and after he was born always makes me so emotional because you were born to be a mother and theodore is the luckiest little boy in the world, just like his daddy is the luckiest man in the world. theodore gray and i love you every single day is mother's day in this household!

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yngubler awe, matthew! making me cry with this! touche mr gubler, touche!

gublergram yngubler this wasn't even meant to even the playing field or anything. i made myself cry whilst making this post.

shemarfmoore happy mother's day baby girl. can't wait to see the gubler fam tonight <3

yngubler shemarfmoore thank you shemar, matthew and i can't either. theo is also excited, it's the cutest thing <3

pagetpagetgram happy mother's day my darling y.n <3

ynfan12 can we please talk about y.n and matthew's comments to each other, they both cried today omg 🥺

mggfan12 i've just noticed that matthew and y.n always say "our" when they're talking about their wedding, their pregnancy and everything else. they always include the other because they were both equally a part of it 🥺

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here is the second part! i may do more of these as they are so fun but this one was i think a lot shorter than the first one. also, the photos of matthew with the baby is his real-life nephew and omg, those photos are adorable.

ok ily bye xx

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#matthew gray gubler x y.n #fake instagram one-shot #criminal minds cast

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago

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Jen! You’ve got me over here thirsting for Chris on a peaceful Sunday! (I just caught up on a bunch of your posts over the weekend lol)

While my mind was off being slutty I thought of an interesting, I think at least, ask:

If any of your fics were to be made into a movie, which one would you choose? And the bigger question…who would you cast? Also would you change any parts of the fic you choose?

As always love ya! 😘

Oh! This is such a good question that I have pondered on since you sent it!

I would love to have Desperate Affairs become a limited series. It's almost too long and too much going on for it to be a movie, but a limited series! I would love that!

Who would I cast? Well, funny you should ask 🤭 it is a dream and goal of mine to make that story a non fanfiction. In order to do so, characters names have to be changed, and there will be given different face claims. I would want Chris to remain as Ransom. But Henry Cavill as Andy. Sebastian I would still want as Dr. Barnes. Jake has been a tough one, but honestly I could see Pete Davidson as him. Steve Matthew Gray Gubler.

As far as changing thing, Mr. Freezy doesn't exist in that world. That story was only supposed to be a one shot, and it turned into one of my most proud of works. However, if I had a do over I would have Mr. Freezy in there at all.

#jen.ask

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laiwater · 1 year ago

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current white men i, as an aspec woc, am currently attracted to.

Firstly, I would like to preface this post by apologizing to myself and my online persona that this is the very first post I am making (though I am no stranger to Tumblr) and will definitely be looking back and cringing. But, I digress, this is purely for personal enjoyment and the fact that I love anonymity.

Second, there is no particular order in which I rank these men, I just enjoy them and their existence and their creations. So, I guess that's how this list came to be.

Now. On to the white men!

Number one, the one and only, Matthew Gray Gubler. Not sure how this obsession spiraled, but I'm positive that it started with an edit of Spencer Reid on TikTok.

He is both a blessing and curse to my existence. I get a visceral reaction when I see him on screen as he spews out his little factoids. I also feel very ashamed and embarrassed as I watch, to completion, a thirst edit of him and all I can is a black screen with my stupid smile reflected back at me. I feel crazy.

It has come to a point where I started watching other things he stars in. (Yes, thirst watches. I am devolving.) Today, I watched The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, which was very entertaining even without Mr. Gubler. Yesterday, it was Suburban Gothic and that one 15 minute bowling mocumentary where he humps the air. Tomorrow? Who knows. Maybe Horse Girl. Side note: I love Alison Brie.

To wrap up my blurb on Matthew Gray Gubler, I want to say 2 things. I love him as a creator and creative. He is the epitome of silly, which is something I think everyone can be just a little bit more, and he most definitely is Tumblr if Tumblr was a person. His history with art and creating is really intriguing and something I look up to! He models, acts, directs, writes, draws, and more. I just love creative people.

Next white man is Irish, has long beautiful locks, and is gigantimasaurus: Andrew John Hozier-Byrne! Professionally known as Hozier!

Unreal Unearth is actually the very first Hozier drop that I got to experience as a new-ish fan of his work. I love everything he creates; his lyrics, voice, sound has so much emotion and power. I was literally in the shower singing out Francesca as the water beat down my back.

My love for Hozier doesn't just stem from his music but also the content of his music, where he draws inspiration from, and how he's literally just some dude. Cue his handsome Squidward story and the one where he was cursing out some badgers.

The best way to describe the content of his music, in my opinion, is yearning for various releases in terms of love, hope, despair, a better understanding etc. He writes so well, and his feelings can be viscerally felt through paper and sound. He always sounds like he's on the edge of something, always anticipating a moment.

Last one, because everything comes in threes, is Thomas Straker, which is the "all things butter" guy, in case you didn't know. VERY random, I think, but I also don't think so.

Love, love, love a man that can cook. Even more so when he is nice to look at, and doesn't desecrate the food he makes (if you've seen those gross cooking TikToks where they completely violate their ingredients, you'd understand.)

Personally, I've been obsessed with this man ever since his butter series because 1) his voice is really really smooth, 2) he unapologetically loves food. Him creating these recipes and watching him eat his own dishes like they're the best thing to exist is elation.

Not sure if I'm starting to sound weird, but I think it's the same way people feel about Carmy from The Bear. Also, I cook. And it's just attractive how he cooks and enjoys cooking despite his comments telling him he uses too much butter - which is ridiculous because butter is what makes so many foods taste rich and good. Literally go shadow Gordon Ramsey as he makes a steak.

Anyways, that's it. That's the post. My laptop is about to die because I decided to write this in one sitting instead of packing because I'm leaving for school in two days. Crazy.

#blurb #my writing #white men #matthew gray gubler #mgg #hozier #the hoziest #unreal unearth #thomas straker #all things butter guy #writing tags makes me feel silly sometimes #laiwater #aspec #woc #not proofread

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acrypt1dsh1t · 1 day ago

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about me (question game)🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

‿ ‿‿̩͙‿. ⋆⋅༺ ₊⋅⋆ ⋆⋅₊ ◯ ₊⋅⋆ ⋆⋅₊༻ ⋆⋅. ‿̩͙‿‿‿

🦈 name: campbell (cam for short)

🦈 age: 21

🦈 zodiac: aquarius

🦈 hair color: naturally brown, bleached white

🦈 eye color: brown

🎧 favorite color/s: it changes all the time but it’s currently green

🎧 favorite song/s: headlocked - imogen heap and which witch - florence and the machine

🎧 favourite musician/s: james marriott, hozier, los campesinos, florence + the machine, crywank, gorillaz

🎧 favorite lyrics: the entirity of the bridge from Achilles Come Down from Gangs of Youth

🎧 favorite show/s: arcane, adventure time, hannibal, broadchurch, prodigal son, wwdits, our flag means death, dead boy detectives, criminal minds and good omens

🎧 favourite movie/s: as you are, paranorman, fantastic mr fox, isle of dogs, hereditary, midsommar, where the wild things are, the perks of being a wallflower, eternal sunshine of a spotless mind, i saw the tv glow, wwdits, the saw franchise

🎧 favorite person/s: Matthew Gray Gubler and Garret Watts (both huge comfort for many years)

🎧 favorite animal/s: raccoons, hyenas, borzois, wild dogs and sables

🎧 favorite item: my stuffed bears Fergus, Poo (a bear my grandmother gave me when i was born) and my Garrett Watts hoodie (comfort clothing)

🎧 favorite music genre: indie rock

🍃 day or night?: night

🍃 introvert or extrovert?: introvert

🍃 cubed or crushed ice?: cubed

🍃 comedy or drama?: comedy

🍃 veggies or fruit?: fruit

🍃 ice cream or frozen yogurt?: frozen yogurt

🍃 summer or spring?: spring

🍃 winter or fall?: winter

🍃 cookie butter or peanut butter?: cookie butter

🍃 pancakes or waffles?: pancakes

🍃 hot tea or iced tea?: hot tea

🍃 hot coffee or iced coffee?: hot coffee

🍃 smoothie or juice?: juice

🍃 comfort or adventure?: comfort

🍃 Netflix or Hulu?: netflix

🍃 online or in-store shopping?: depends on the purchase (clothing always instore)

🍃 left or right handed?: right handed

⚠️ are you ticklish?: yes only if im not aware of it

⚠️ did you go to prom?: no stayed home and played minecraft

⚠️ what language(s) do you know?: i know a bit of spanish but not enough to be able to have a conversation

⚠️ do you sing in the shower?: sometimes

⚠️ do you have any allergies?: not that im aware, i think i’m allergic to dust but it could also be a common reaction since it’s just my sinuses that are affected. same goes towards cats, if im around cat hair for too long i do start to get a bit sneezy

⚠️ what's your lucky number?: dont have one

⚠️ what did you wanna be when you were younger & what do you wanna be now/what are you now?: when i was younger i wanted to be a vet but now i want to work in the mental health industry specifically for the LGBTQ community. i’m going to try and apply to work at Open Doors at some point

⚠️ do you think you've changed for the better in the last few years?: id like to think i have

⚠️ what are 3 things you like about yourself?: i know how to not take shit from people, i know myself more than anyone and im smart in my own way

⚠️ what are common misconceptions you hear about yourself?: im always upset/mad just because of my facial expression when im neutral, im rude when really i just dont bullshit, i don’t understand jokes which is true as im autistic so i have trouble deciphering what’s a joke and what isn’t, i choose sides when really i try to stay neutral until i have all the facts and im “stupid” when in reality i just play stupid

⚠️ explain your last dream: i was stuck in fnaf security breach as Gregory

add a picture of yourself!

#about myself #question game #introduction #acrypt1dsh1t #lgbtq community #neurodivergent #disabled #Spotify

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matthew-gray-gubler-lover · 2 years ago

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happy anniversary baby

it's valentine's day morning, and it also happens to be yours's and Matthew's one year anniversary, a whole year that you could call yourself mrs matthew gray gubler, matthew has been making love to you on and off all night, the cuddling, the kisses, he is always so romantic, you are so happy with him, he makes you feel special, beautiful, sexy, loved and you love him so much.

as he lays beside you pulling you to his still naked body, he is still panting from making love to you again.

"happy anniversary baby, i can't believe it's been a year already, it feels like a week ago that i put this ring on your pretty finger" he says as he spins your wedding ring.

"it does doesn't it?" you say lightly.

you pull the sheet over your body higher, you don't know why, matthew has seen you naked many, many, many times, and he always tells you how beautiful you are, but you still feel self-conscious.

"baby why are you pulling the sheet up?, honey you are so beautiful, you know i think you are beautiful" he tells you rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

"i know, i just don't see what you see, when i see me i don't see beautiful i see ugly"

"oh baby no, you are the most beautiful women i have ever seen, i love you so much, i feel like the luckiest man in the world to call you my wife, and i mean after last night you are feeling shy?" he laughs.

"you remember the way he was looking at you, the love in his eyes, the way he made you feel, the way he always makes you feel, and you start to giggle.

"Your right, and if a man as sexy as you thinks i am pretty, i must be" you smile at him.

"not pretty, well i mean you are pretty, but i think you are beautiful" he smiles and kisses you.

"thank you baby"

"happy anniversary y/n" kisses you.

"happy anniversary matthew"

"are you ready for round 20?" he chuckles.

"yes i am!" you giggle.

"he pulls the sheet up so he can get back on top of you and looks down.

"There is that beautiful body, i missed you" he laughed.

"i love you matthew"

"i love you too y/n.

it's now 11:27am.

"we need to get out of bed, as much as i hate to, but i have a gift for you" he tells you taking his arm from around you and picking up his boxers of the floor and putting them on before getting out of bed.

"do you really need those matthew?" you pout.

"yes honey i do, you won't look at you gift if i don't" he laughs.

"True i wouldn't" you giggle and turn to your side so you can watch him.

he walks to the closet.

he takes out a silver sparkly dress and holds it up as he walks closer to you.

"do you like it?" he asks

you sit up in bed sheet tightly wrapped around your body.

"i love it, matthew thank you!"

he smiles and leans down to kiss you.

"it's a part of our anniversary party of two, i have something really nice waiting for you"

"you do?"

"Mmm-hmm,i just need a little bit of time to put it all together"

"ok, will i be wearing this?"

"yes you will"

"ok!"

"just stay here and i will take care of everything"

"ok!"

20 minutes later.

matthew comes to the door in a new suit.

"it's ready my dear" he tells you sounding just as sexy as he looks.

you run to him in your new dress and a pair of silver heels you already had.

he picks you up and spins you around.

you squeal with happiness.

"you look even more beautiful baby" he smiles.

"thank you"

"would you like to see the party for two?" he asks.

"yes i do!"

he has a fire going, chocolate covered Strawberrys, and plates set out, with no food on them.

"i ordered our favorite meal it will be here in an hour, in the meantime, my i have this dance?"

he held his hand out for you.

"yes, but i don't hear any music"

"oh there will be"

he puts on a song, but not just any song, it's the song that was the first dance at your wedding.

you start to cry, and matthew wipes your tears away and kisses you, just like he did on your wedding day.

"i love you matthew"

"i love you too y/n"

you dance till the food comes, you dance till the food comes, matthew takes the food and plates it, spaghetti marinara, it can be messy but it's your favorite, and matthew likes it to, and of course matthew did the lady and the tramp spaghetti bit, but his ends in a kiss.the white tablecloth getting sauce droplets on it from him doing this, but it's ok. you both eat, the red roses small so nice, he has them on the table, and around the living room, as well as the bedroom, he has really spoiled you, as always and you love it.matthew carries you back to the bedroom, and takes off your dress, and his suit, you both get back in bed where matthew feeds you chocolate covered Strawberrys, then makes love to you again.you had the best one-year anniversary the two of you could ever ask for.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #doctor spencer reid #reid #dr spencer reid

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insufferablelust · 4 years ago

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[𝒲 𝐸 𝐿 𝒞 𝒪 𝑀 𝐸] ~ 🪽

Hello and welcome to my tumblr! I go by the name vaa, and I am 22 years old (at the time this is edited). for those seeking pieces of fiction writings you have come to the right place. Before you dive in, please adhere to the rules of this blog. If you can not respect these rules then I do not consent on my writings to be read or shared.

I write ONLY for people of the age 18+ please respect that I do not consent nor do I recommend MINORS to read my writings or just to come to my blog.

If you are a MINOR, do NOT interact in any way, and that includes do NOT read my fiction/posts.

My writings are completely FICTIONAL and does not in any way reflect or represent the characters in real life.

So far I have written for Criminal Minds character, Matthew Gray Gubler, and Byun Baekhyun, HOTD Characters. However I have works in progress on many other characters that may be present in my writings.

You may send asks/requests, my inbox is always open but I hold no promises of getting to them in time solely because I prioritize my health, especially my mental health due to my illness. So please understand if I do not get to your asks quickly.

Masterlist to all my works (so far, will be updated as new fics come) is just below here, enjoy:

MASTERLIST! ❤️ (18+ only)

hello everyone! this is the long awaited masterlist, hope you enjoy! blurb and taglists are open!! thank you, xx d.

please note that i’m suffering from borderline personality disorder which associated with impulsivity and inconsistency, and i experience varying manic episodes during the most inconvenient times so if i don’t upload for more than few days or update, i apologize beforehand.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Aemond Targaryen

Ravish [Byka Zaldrīzes]

Bind by her betrothal to the rider of Vhagar, the daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen meets Aemond Targaryen to find herself getting more than she ever expected. (smut)

Gevī [Beautiful]

Two dragons, hatched from the same womb, nurtured by the same hands, yet bestowed with different fates— how do you, rekindle your love for Aemond after he has left you to pursue your mother and brother’s wishes? well he will show you how. (smut)

The Prince Regent [can be read as a sequel to Gevī or a standalone]

There are rumors floating around after the march of the greens in Rook’s rest, you were shocked when you learned of what has happened, rushed to confront your brother— you were made to once again quell the madness within with rekindling the fire with him.

Geto Suguru

Havoc!

He worships the ground you walked, a man with such harsh exterior is soft around you, but what kind of havoc does he create in exploring your pleasure?

Byun Baekhyun

Mrs. Byun

How does waking up beside the love of your life feels like?

Criminal Minds

The Artist And His Muse

the one where Y/N is a Supervisory Special Agent at the BAU in Quantico, Virginia along with the mysterious Dr.Reid, whom know too much about her past than she wanted him or everybody to know for that matter. her dark past is the only thing that could destroy her or save her, and along with it comes more trouble when their relationship entangles.

Warnings : Dark fic!, Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, SMUT, Detailed description of gore, murder, blood,psychological and physical abuse, slow burn, BDSM relationship, masochism, exhibitionism, sensory deprivation, impact play, Subspace, praise kink, breath play, bondage, rough sex, degradation, humiliation, orgasm control, switch!both, vanilla stuff. ITS FILTHY AND DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK PLEASE.

Chapter I : Picasso’s signature.

Chapter II : Stuttering daydream.

Chapter III : My cherry lollipop.

Chapter IV : Secrets in C minor.

Chapter V : Swan lake’s ballet.

Chapter VI : Dominance, Submission.

Chapter VII : Worship, Submit.

Chapter VIII : Broken healer.

Chapter IX : Haunted Wisdom. Coming Soon!

On process!

Pretty Little Thing

Started out as an innocent encounter between a student and her professor, Y/N turned out to be not as innocent as Spencer thought she was. In fact, she might even be the eviler twin of cat adams herself.

WARNINGS : SSA + PROFESSOR!SPENCER REID x SUPPOSEDLY UNSUB!READER, Dark kinks, smut, murders, isolation, psychotic behaviors, mentions of cat adams, extreme manipulation and gaslighting, dom/sub undertone, Dom!Spence, Sub!Reader, Switch!both, Knife play, Gun play, Breath play, Masochism, BDSM, hard dark kinks you’ve been warned. It’s a dark fic okay.

Chapter I : Pure as dew.

Chapter II : Clean Puppets.

Chapter III : Temporary revelations.

Chapter IV : His forbidden desire

on process!

THRILLED (Matthew Gray Gubler fic)

There is duality in some people, and by some- it’s Matthew with the goofy smiles and warm acts, no one really knew what he really like huh?

WARNINGS : THIS FIC IS A FANTASY ONLY NO WAY REFLECTING THE ACTUAL BEHAVIOUR OF THE CHARACTER IN REAL LIFE, HEAVY SMUT, Sadist!Matthew x Sub/bratty!reader, harsh kinks, degradation, humiliation, sex dungeon, BDSM setting, Exhibitionism, Vanilla :), breath play, knife play, impact play, pain kink, many more kinks, fluff, angst, yeah you’ve been warned.

Chapter I : Trouble in Heaven

chapter II : Dungeon of the Forbidden Fruits.

Chapter III : Elongated Pleasure

Chapter IV : Little Mess

Chapter V : Pathetic Sins.

Chapter VI : Paradise in Paris.

Chapter VII : U-shaped love

Chapter VIII : Sweet Bratty Rendezvous. COMING SOON

Blurbs or Oneshot on Thrilled!Au

Naughty list (Christmas Special) set in between chapter VIII and IX

Little Butterfly (Sugar Daddy-Mob Boss!Spencer Reid x Reader AU)

WARNINGS : UPCOMING VIOLENCE, HEAVY SMUT, daddy kink, degradation, humiliation, 80′s Mob era, Don!Reid, Manipulation, Murder, Dark kinks (Gun, Knife, Bondage etc) BDSM THEMED, Subspace, Mean!Spencer, Naive!Reader, Heavy Topics of Mental ilness, Breath Play, Impact play, Master-Kitten, Heatbreak, Aftercare, Spencer is not kind to being loved, ANGST, Fluff, just the best of both worlds. MORE WARNINGS WILL BE ADDED AS THE SERIES PROGRESSED, THANK YOU AND READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Chapter I : The Young Don.

Chapter II A : Naive Angel.

Chapter II B : Unfinished business.

Chapter III : Hello, dove. COMING SOON.

Blurb or Oneshot on Lb!AU

Cockwarming don!Reid with others outside.

LONG BLURBS/IMAGINES/FANFIC (MIX!CM CHARACTERS AND Casts x Reader)

(!) SMUT

The one where Spencer is fuming and jealous. (!)Dom!Spencer Smut, Hints of Degradation, Slight exhibitionism, Car Sex, Jealous!Spencer.

The one where its the Reader and Spencer’s one year anniversary, and they play a game. (!) Absolute porn of Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, Bratty!Reader, Degradation, Slight Exhibitionism, Office Sex, Some Fluff, just.. Filth :)

The one where Reader wants to be the one that take charge. (!)(+) Sub!Spencer x Dom!Reader, Just filthy SMUT, Ice play, Slight Exhibitionism, Bondage, Aftercare, Edging, Teasing, They’re both actually switch, Blindfold! thats it!

The one where Y/N has an oral fixation, and MGG is sweaty. (!) Dom!MGG x Sub!Reader, fiancées, FILTHY SMUT, oral fixations, degradation via name callings, daddy kink, mentions of wedding, mention of breeding kink, over stimulation, thigh riding, detailed description of sex, just filthy. And some fluff!

The one where Y/N just decided to distract Mgg and ended up a mess. (!) Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, Smut, Rough sex, Degradation by name calling, Dacryphilia, Slight Exhibitionism, Slight breeding kink, Edging, Denied orgasm, Overstimulation, Mirror sex, Mean dom!Mgg, aftercare fluff (+), thats it i think :) just filth.

The one where Y/N just love to tease Brat Tamer!Spencer. (!) Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, Smut, Rough fingering, Degradation by name calling, Exhibitionism, Punishment by spankings, Brat tamer-esque!Spencer, Bratty!Reader. Like i always said... just filth.

The one where Y/N decided that teasing Matthew on set is the way to go. (!) Dom!Mgg x Sub!reader, Smut, Rough car sex, Punishment by spanking and overstimulation, Degradation by name calling, Bratty!Reader, Just filth filth filth car sex filth! with fluffy fluffs on the end.

The one where Y/N is a good girl for Spencer, she has always been a good girl for him. (!) (+) Soft!Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, Smut, Praise kink, Deep Subspace, Oral (F receiving), bit of cute rough sex, aftercare, Fluff!!

The one where Y/N finally get a taste of her own medicine. (!!) Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, post prison spencer, filthy smut, rough sex, daddy kink, rough spencer, pain kink, masochism, spit play, pet names (bunny, little girl, princess etc), big age gap (but reader is NOT UNDER AGE/A MINOR), degradation by name calling, slight exhibitionism, just filthy rough smut with fluffy after care!

The one where Y/N was so deep in subspace after a night of full on rough adventure (!!) Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, Daddy kink, Subdrop, subspace, DDLG undertones, all the characters are 21+ years old, Tiny bit of degradation, soft and rough sex at the same time, its just so cute yet fucking filthy.

The one where Spencer takes absolute control (!!) Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, heavy Smut, bit of name calling, mention of overstimulation, choking, not so heavy stuff compared to my other works heheh, oh and fluff galore.

The one where daddydom!Spencer gives you the belting of your life and you fall into a nice subspace.

Matthew’s breeding kink with wife!reader blurb.

making a sex tape with dom!spencer blurb.

dom!Spencer overstimulating reader blurb.

Matthew’s innocent kink blurb.

(-) ANGST

The one where Y/N loves Spencer, but she might already be too late. (~) SSA!Reader x Spencer, ANGST, fluff at the end, blowjob reference, heartbreaking stuff, mention of anxiety attack, and just sad but cute at the end :)

(+) FLUFF

The one where Y/n and Spencer Reid Cuddles on the jet, and the team realizing just how smitten they are. (+) Spencer x Reader.

The one where The team went out to celebrate after a case and a certain genius duo may secretly have a crush on each other. (+) Super cute drunk reader x Spencer, Platonic Bau x Reader.

The one where the reader is a new young Agent in the BAU, who messed up one day and Aaron comes to her rescue. (+) (~) Aaron x SA!Reader, Fluffy caring Aaron, Tw : Mental disorder, Blood, Scars, Guns, and the usual CM stuff!, oh and Mean!Strauss :)

The one where the reader let Spencer knows that he’s going to be a dad. (+) Husband!Spencer x Wife!Reader, FLUFFY GALORE!!, Pregnancy.

The one where Wife!Reader is under the radar for her own protection, but kindergarteners never took no for an answer. (+) Husband!Spencer x Wife!Reader, FLUFF!, its so cute- honestly one of my favorites, Description of a murder case, Snippets of Domestic life with Spencer, brief mention of Maeve, Just.. its so cute okay:)

The one where Y/N remembered the night Spencer asked her the big question. (+) Spencer x Reader, FLUFF!!, cute stuff. oop

MORE TO COME! BLURB REQ AND TAGLIST ARE OPEN, PLEASE MESSAGE ME :)

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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peanut buttercup (matthew gray gubler/reader)

Title: Peanut Buttercup

Anon Requested: Hi so I been asking for this request for awhile but no one seems to do it. I was wondering if you could write a Matthew Gray Gubler x Fem! Reader. And they have a 5 year old kid. They both work together on Criminal minds and play each other’s love interest. One day their babysitter cancels and they have to bring their kid to set. They have a balance taking care of a kid and filming. And can you possibly add that Matthew is filming one of his unauthorize documentary and he includes his kid. I would really love to read this.

Couple: Dad!Matthew Gray Gubler/Fem!reader

Category: fluff

Content Warning: swearing, Dad!Mgg, mentions of being sick

Word Count: 5,076

Summary: When reader and Matthew’s babysitter cancels on them on a last minute notice, they’re forced to bring their 5-year-old daughter, Tallulah ‘Peanut’, to set. Matthew and Reader have to re-learn to balance filming, on set tomfoolery, and taking care of their daughter.

A/N: i literally love this request so much, it’s so cute and makes me feel so soft. I really needed to write some cute fluff after everything im writing, especially for a different type of high… so thank you for sending this in. i think we need more dad!mgg fluff too, we stan dad!mgg. So, meet tallulah jane ‘peanut’ gubler, and reader ‘buttercup’ gubler :))) im so soft right now. thanks for all the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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It was… quiet. Quite possibly too quiet. Especially for a house that has 2 actors and a five-year-old daughter. I was getting the chance to sleep in a little later than normal, and there's no husband or little girl begging for breakfast. Maybe husband took her on a morning jaunt? No, that'd be too ambitious for him, and even for her. Or, maybe he put a movie on and she's actually watching. Or maybe- frick, nevermind. I clearly spoke too soon and had my hopes too high. The pitter-patter of little feet, followed by the louder footsteps of an adult man came running into the bedroom.

"Tallulah," Matthew's voice was soft, like he was whispering but knew it'd be useless. Because once she got up into the bed, I was starting to wake up more.

"Mommy, mommy! Wake up! Wake up!" A little girl's voice shouted as she jumped on the bed. I kept the blanket over my body and groaned as a small body jumped on top of mine.

"5 more minutes," I pretended to whine as I pulled my blanket over my head. I could hear Matthew's laughter as Tallulah jumped into my body. I groaned at the sudden weight on my still tired body. "Okay, okay I'm awake," I tiredly spoke as I sat up. Tallulah fell onto the bed beside me in a fit of laughter.

Matthew was already dressed and what seemed ready for the day. His glasses sitting on his nose, and his hair falling perfectly around his face. A bizarre patterned shirt, that I wouldn't be surprised if Tallulah picked it, hung off his frame, paired with a pair of jeans and his converse. How long had he been awake?

"I tried telling her you wanted 5 more minutes," Matthew laughed as he looked at me. I looked back at him and smiled, before looking down at our daughter, who was still laughing. Her beautiful brown and curly locks of hair, though somewhat a ratty mess, covered her face just enough to show her toothy smile and brown/hazel eyes. "She just wouldn't listen. She wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast," Matthew smiled as he sat beside me on the edge of the bed.

"Breakfast!?" I exclaimed as I looked down at Tallulah. She looked up at me and smiled before rolling around on her back. "I guess that’s up to you, Peanut," I smiled as I placed a hand on her stomach.

"Pancakes!" She sat up and looked at me. I looked over at Matthew and smiled. The amusement he wore on his face made me feel happy. Of course, no matter what his daughter did, he was amused or happy. I don’t blame him though, she’s basically the mini-me version of him.

"Pancakes!? That sounds like a great idea!" I brushed her hair away from her face, "how about you and daddy get started in those while I take a quick shower and get ready for the day?" I asked with a smile. I glanced back at Matthew, silently telling him to help me out with this. “Maybe make me some chocolate chip pancakes? Oh! Or a few apple cinnamon?” I smiled at him. Matthew laughed at my enthusiasm for pancakes.

"Sounds like a solid plan to me," Matthew stood up and placed his fists in his hips. Tallulah looked between Matthew and me before falling off the bed in a sensible style.

"Sounds like a plan," she copied Matthew's action and looked up at him with a smile. I smiled and watched as the pair marched out of the room.

I sighed deeply before lying back again for a minute. I knew the second I left my bed, mommy mode would have to be fully turned on for the morning. Although mommy mode was way more preferable than actor mode, I just get to be around my favorite little girl and it makes me happy.

Time, unfortunately, was not on my side. It was nearing the time Marianne (Tallulah’s nanny) would be here, and Matthew and I would have to leave for work. Which all meant I had about 15 minutes to shower, get dressed, and actually get ready for the day.

Once I was finished showering and getting dressed, I went to the kitchen where I knew I'd find Matthew and Tallulah. The sweet smell of apple cinnamon pancakes found its to my nose.

“Those pancakes smell amazing!” I spoke as I entered the kitchen. Matthew was standing beside Tallulah, gently brushing out her knotty hair. “I can't wait to have one,” I looked down at Tallulah, “did you help make them, Tj?”

“Yeeeah!” She exclaimed as she put her fork in her mouth.

“Did you also help make the mess?” I looked around the counter at the mess that suddenly appeared overnight. Matthew looked down at Tallulah, who was looking up at him with wide eyes. She was obviously whispering something to him, causing Matthew to laugh.

“That was, uh… That was Rumple Buttercup,” Matthew nodded as he looked back up at me. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. “He came up here just as you got into the shower and made the biggest mess? Isn’t that right, Peanut?” Matthew looked back down at her and wink.

“Yeah! It was Rumbellercup.” She looked at me with a cheesy smile.

“Right,” I faked an amused smile before nodding. I quietly grabbed a sponge and began wiping up the sticky flour mess on the countertop. “Well, next time, Rumple Buttercup should stick around and clean up,” I smiled as I looked over at the two.

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry about the mess,” Matthew winked at me. I rolled my eyes before continuing my cleaning. Well, tried to continue before being stopped by my phone ringing.

“Phone!” Tallulah shouted as she pointed towards me and my phone. I looked up at her and smiled.

“Looks like it’s Marianne,” I looked at the screen, noticing her name, “Wonder why she isn’t here yet,” I spoke before answering.

“Hey, Marianne! We were just talking about you!” I smiled as I tossed the icky sponge into the sink.

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Gubler,” her voice was low as she spoke. I furrowed my eyebrows and cocked my head, “I’m afraid I have to cancel. I can’t babysit Tallulah today?”

“What do you mean you have to cancel?” I asked, I honestly had my answer the second she sneezed, then coughed, then sneezed again. “You know something, it’s okay,” “I’m really sorry, Mrs. Gubler,” she spoke through a cough. I cringed as I looked over at my husband and five-year-old. I could sense that she was talking about something, and he was doing his best to keep up and understand whatever it was she was saying.

“It’s okay! It’s okay, really. I hope you feel much better. Take all the time you need,” I insisted as I rested my hand on the counter, “We’ll figure something out. I just hope you feel better,” I frowned as I kept my eyes on the two.

“Again, I’m so sorry,” Marianne whispered. I bit my lips back and shook my head.

“Get some rest. Call if you need anything,” I replied before hanging up. I placed my phone on the counter before going to grab things for lunch for Tallulah.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Matthew looked up at me as he brushed Tallulah’s hair into two pigtails. He had a certain look of worry on his face as he looked at me. I looked up at him as I made a ham and cheese sandwich. Hopefully, she enjoys a sandwich with all the fruit snacks a five-year-old could consume (which, unfortunately, was a lot), and some actual fruit. I'm sure when on our way home we'll stop somewhere for dinner or late lunch. That's hope it usually works when Tallulah comes to set with us.

“Marianne is sick. Can’t babysit today,” I frowned as I looked between him and Tallulah. Tallulah was too busy eating her pancakes and rambling about Alvin and The Chipmunks (specifically about how Theodore was her favorite, not Simon) to actually care about our conversation.

“Really,” Matthew looked at me and dropped his shoulders. He puffed his cheeks a little bit before frowning, “No one else?”

“I mean, I could call Aj and see if her babysitter can watch Little Miss, but that’d be a lot for one lady,” I paused as I looked down at our daughter, “Or we could bring her. You know how much everyone on set loves seeing her,” I shrugged as I looked up at him. Even though it was a lot of work bringing a five-year-old to set, we both loved it. The balance between working and taking care of her was a bit rough, but we always made it work.

“We could do that, we have a couple of scenes together, I’m sure we could get Kirsten or someone to be with her for that time,” he looked down at his daughter before adjusting her pigtails, “Maybe even convince the writers to give Spencer and Mollie a daughter,” he looked back at me and winked. I shook my head.

“You should finish getting her ready because we have to go soon,” I pointed out. Matthew looked down at Tallulah with a smile before shrugging.

“Alright, let’s go, Peanut!” Matthew spoke as he lifted Tallulah up and stood her up on the table. I looked at the two and smiled.

“You get to come to work with me and daddy today,” I walked over to them and readjusted her crocked pigtails, and carefully pinched her cheeks, “That means you get to see Auntie Kirsten, Auntie Aj, Auntie Pag, and everyone else,” I smiled and watched as Matthew lifted her up on to his hip.

“Yay!” Tallulah shouted once she was clinging to Matthew’s side. The two of them closely resembled a Koala. She grabbed Matthew’s face, a hand on either side, to get his attention, “Daddy’s work,” she whispered. I smiled, already looking forward to the shenanigans that was about to happen during our day. Whenever we bring Tallulah to set for a visit, almost everyone wants to spend time with her. And she sucks up all the attention. She’s got everyone wrapped around her tiny little finger.

“Go pick out some cool clothes with daddy while I finish making your lunch. Sounds good?” I looked at her. She smiled and nodded before looking at Matthew.

“Let’s go get out of your jammies,” Matthew spoke, tugging on her Elsa nightgown. The two walked away and towards her bedroom. I seriously hope he’ll help her pick out something nice to wear and not let her wear a princess dress. I love it, but not today. {***}{***}{***}

“You gotta be a good girl for mom and I, okay? You can watch us while we work, but you gotta be super quiet,” Matthew held a finger up to his lips, as if he was telling Tallulah to be quiet. She smiled before copying his action. “Can you do that?”

“I can do that,” she enthusiastically nodded once Matthew set her on the ground. I squatted beside her and gave her a few quiet toys and coloring books as Matthew went to talk to one of the assistants/interns nearby.

“Look, we packed your favorite coloring book,” I smiled as I placed the coloring book on the ground beside her. She grabbed the crayons from me and poured them out. I looked at her for a moment before standing upright.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just have her in the trailer? It’d be safer for, well, everyone. And if we check on her every so often,” I looked at Matthew once he was back beside me. We walked side by side back towards wardrobe and makeup.

“Nah, it’s fine. One of the interns said they’d watch her. And then we can get one of the makeup artists to watch her. You know how much they love her,” Matthew smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I remembered the day we visited set after Tallulah was born. Other than Kirsten and AJ, the makeup artists were the ones to not leave our side because they loved her so much. I honestly didn’t blame them. “Don’t stress so much about this, Buttercup, this isn’t the first time she’s had to come to set with up. And you know for a fact it won’t be the last time,” he stopped right in front of the door to the makeup studio. “She’ll do a great job,” he smiled before hugging me.

“I know, I know. She’s just a lot older than she was the last time she came with us. And I know something will happen,” I sighed, pressing my face into his shoulder. Matthew laughed as he squeezed me tightly.

“And, if she does, we’ll take a break, bring to the trailer, and calm her down. C’mon, you know she’s a great kid,” he looked down at me as he rested his hands on my shoulders. I laughed as I looked up at him.

“That’s because she’s your kid,” I nodded before stepping away from and entering the makeup studio.

Of course, luck was not really on our side. We were a few hours left of filming, Tallulah had been doing a great job, staying quiet and playing with one of the make up artists. Until she bashed her head into a table, causing her to go into full hysterics.

“I got it, I’m done for the day anyways,” Aj looked at me from her space on the ground, away fro the raised set, “She’ll be okay. I can make all little girl boo-boos go away,” she smiled before stepping up to me. I looked at her before looking over at Matthew, who was already over soothing our daughter.

“I owe you big,” I walked up to her, “You know we have stuff in our trailer for her. I think it might be naptime,” I looked at her, feeling the worry in my brow.

“Got it, naptime,” Aj gave me a thumbs up before stepping off the set. I watched as she carefully approached Matthew and Tallulah. Tears were still fresh in her eyes, but she was laughing at whatever it was Matthew was telling her. I could feel a smile tugging on my lips as I watch Aj grasp Tallulah’s hand, leading her away from the studio.

“She’ll be fine,” Matthew smiled at me before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I hummed before stepping away from him.

“Oh, I know that, I don’t doubt. I’m just tired, I suppose,” I rubbed the underside of my nose, “But, we’re almost done,” I nodded with a smile. I was just happy we were able to get back to work pretty quickly after the temper tantrum.

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“I think we’ve got what we needed for today! That’s a wrap!” The director shouted to everyone on set. I allowed my shoulders to slump as a yawn worked its way through my mouth. Matthew laughed as he looked over at me.

“You definitely needed those extra five minutes,” he spoke as he shrugged off his ‘Spencer Reid’ blazer. I yawned, again, and nodded.

“Suppose that’s life with a 5-year-old,” I stepped off the set with him and walked beside him towards our trailer, “Do you want to go get that girl in question, or should I?” I raised an eyebrow once we were both in the privacy of our small trailer.

“You should. I want to do something real quick,” he pecked my lips real quick as he walked towards the backend of the trailer. I looked down at the few toys that were thrown around the floor, before grabbing Tallulah’s backpack and sweater.

“You want to do something? What would that be?” I asked, throwing the strap of the backpack over my shoulder. A moment later, Matthew stepped back towards me, wearing a Babygirl hat that Shemar got for him, and a purple scarf that he totally stole from me. “You look like a douchebag,” I scoffed as I turned towards the door, “You’re lucky I love you, and that we’re married,” I turned back and looked at him for a moment.

“I think you’re the lucky one, Buttercup,” Matthew spoke to me as I stepped off the trailer. I laughed and shook my head. “Not everyone can score this,” he spoke as he gestured towards his body. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, are you going to let me go get our kid? Or are you going to pull me into whatever it is you have planned,” I asked with a sly smile on my lips.

“Should probably go get Tallulah,” he shrugged as he followed beside me. I looked at him and allowed him to kiss me softly. “Good luck,”

“I’ll need all the luck in the world,” I laughed before peeling away from him. I could hear him talking to someone as I walked away, and I could only imagine it was one of the cameramen.

Usually Aj took her out of the studio the second the tantrum started, bringing somewhere quiet. Usually, it was our trailer, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they were there for a bit, but I knew after naps it was always snack time. So, I went towards the cafeteria.

“Mommy!” A little voice shouted from across the room. My eyes scanned around, looking for my little girl and friend. Aj was sitting at one of the tables with Tallulah on her lap. Tallulah was busy, eating chicken nuggets that Aj must’ve gotten for her. So much better than a ham and cheese sandwich.

“Hey, Peanut!” I exclaimed as I sat across from them at the table. I glanced at Aj and smiled, silently telling her thank you. “Did you have a fun time with Auntie Aj?” I looked back down at Tallulah.

“Yeah!” She exclaimed before shoving a whole chicken nugget in her mouth. I raised my eyebrows and laughed.

“We took a nap, colored, played with some dolls, and then we were hungry,” Aj looked up at me as she listed their activities during the last few hours. I nodded and leaned over the table.

“That sounds like a great time. I wish I could take a nap,” I sighed before stealing one of her nuggets. Tallulah glared at me as I munched on the food. “I wanna see your drawings!” I smiled at her. Tallulah turned and looked up Aj, asking her to show the drawings she made.

“Tada!” she beamed as she showed me her drawings. I looked down at the 4 sheets of paper with a multitude of colors. One of them was easily imaged as a family portrait and I could easily point out Matthew and me, and Tallulah. Another one was just a tornado of colors, with animal stickers placed around them. And the last two pictures were coloring pages we had printed off, a Disney princess and a picture of Alvin and the Chipmunks (again, it’s her favorite movie… And not because her dad is in it).

“These are awesome, Peanut!” I looked back up at her with an excited smile, “I’m sure you had such a great time with Auntie AJ! I can’t wait to hear about it all! What do you say to her?” I looked at Tallulah as I brushed hair away from her face.

“Thank you, Auntie AJ,” Tallulah looked up at Aj with a bright, cheesy smile. Aj returned the smile as she looked at my daughter.

“Of course! I had a wonderful time with you! You be good for mom and dad, okay?” Aj asked before offering a hug. Tallulah squealed before throwing her arms around Aj. I smiled, watching the pair interact.

“Should we go find daddy? I’m sure he’d love to see your drawings!” I asked stood up. Aj helped Tallulah to the ground before standing up herself. Aj handed me Tallulah’s stuffed animal and a few of her other things. “Thank you so much, Aj,” I smiled at her.

“Of course, you know I love watching her,” she returned the smile, “Seriously, if you need help with you, you know I’m always available, even on set,” she hugged me.

“Of course, again thank you so much,” I returned the hug before letting her leave. Tallulah watched as Aj walked away, before looking up at me with a smile, “Let’s find dad,” I smiled before offering her my hand. She grabbed it before walking beside me. I handed her stuffed animal back to her as we left the cafeteria.

“Are you going to show daddy your pictures?” I looked down at Tallulah. She was holding a small stack of papers in her hand as she skipped beside me. Her stuffed animal was now stuffed under her arm since her hands were too busy holding her drawings and she didn’t want me to hold it. “You did a good job with your family portrait,” I looked at the papers in her hand. She was looking down at that very picture with a big smile on her face.

“Yeah!” She looked up at me and gushed. I chuckled as she hugged her pictures close to her chest.

“Do you think he’ll like them?” I looked up and saw Matthew at a bit of a distance, someone standing beside him as he talked. He was moving around a lot, which told me he was up to something.

“Yeah!” Tallulah exclaimed as she added a little bit of a skip to her step. And that skip in her step told me that she was excited. Well, it was more than the skip in her step. It was also the sweet-tooth, cheek-achingly, adorable smile she wore on her precious little face.

“Do you think he’ll… Love it?” I looked down at her for a moment. She stopped walking for a second as she looked down at the picture she had drawn. Tallulah was definitely blessed with Matthew’s sense of style when it came to art (and clothing), which was lovely. She’ll be something of an artist when she grows up, I’m sure of it. Especially when her family portrait has three people and two of them have 2 heads and 4 arms, and the other one has a tail. But, that’s okay. Matthew will most definitely love her drawing. I know I do.

“Love it! Love it!” She looked up at me as she jumped. I laughed and shook my head. She looked down at the pictures again before holding them up to me. I raised an eyebrow before taking them from her to hold.

“Well, I know I love them,” I looked back down at her. As we continued walking, she kept talking about what she got to do with Kirsten and Aj. Her babble was still a little bit incoherent, but I knew what she was saying. God bless Kirsten though. “I’m kinda hungry, do you think daddy will let us get McDonald’s on the way home?” I looked back down at her as she grabbed my hand.

“McDonald’s?” She looked at me with wide eyes. Let me just put that into my child’s mind so she can ask Matthew. Because everyone knows it’s hard to say no to the Gubler child. No one knows better than Matthew.

Unfortunately, our conversations ended there. Because as we turned the corner, Matthew’s voice could be heard. I looked up and saw him standing beside our trailer. The second Tallulah would hear his voice, she would be off and glued to him, instead of me. What a little daddy’s girl.

“Who the fuck is that?” Matthew half-shouted to the cameraman beside him. Even though we were a good distance away from him, I could still hear the words he was saying. I was grateful that Tallulah couldn’t hear him. We both know she’d repeat any word she knows she’s not allowed to say. And since he was standing beside a cameraman, I knew he was filming one of his Unauthorized Documentaries. “Who the fuck is that,” he pulled the cameraman and pointed him towards Tallulah and I. This man and his swearing around his 5-year-old. I swear.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Tallulah shouted once grew closer to him. She let go of my hand before sprinting away from me and towards Matthew. When she was close enough to him, she jumped into the air and Matthew caught her. “Guess what, Daddy!” She shouted into his ear. Matthew laughed as he looked over at me.

“What, Peanut?” He asked, swinging her around so she was on his back. Sort of like a monkey with its baby. It was Tallulah’s favorite way to be carried. “You got to hang out with Kirsten and Aj while mommy and I worked, right?” He looked over his shoulder at his daughter. She laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah!” she looked over at me as I got closer to them. I shuffled the few pictures before flipping them around to show him. “Auntie Kirsten and Auntie Aj let me color!” Tallulah, again, shouted into his ear. Matthew looked at the pictures in my hands and smiled.

“Woah! Peanut, these are awesome! Are you going to be an artist like dad?” He looked over his shoulder and at Tallulah. I smiled as I shuffled the pictures to show more of them.

“Yeeeah,” she smiled before pressing her face into his shoulder, like she was hiding. I smiled before stepping up to him. Matthew smiled before pecking my lips.

“Little Miss and I are starving,” I grabbed his hand and swung it beside me.

“Starving?!” Matthew spoke loud so Tallulah could hear him. A little giggle came from her as she readjusted her position, “Well, we can’t have that! Where do you want to eat, Peanut?”

“McDonalds!”

“McDonalds?” Matthew looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. I smiled and looked down at the ground, “Let’s fucking go then!” Matthew half shouted as he jumped. Tallulah giggled as she hugged her arms tighter around his neck, almost nearly suffocating him.

“Matthew,” I looked at him with the signature mom glare I adopted from my own mother. He looked over at me as he placed a hand on his daughter’s arms. He knew exactly what the glare was meant for. Swearing in front of our 5-year-old. Of course, we both knew that wouldn’t be the first or last time he’d swear in front of her.

“Daddy said fuck!” Tallulah shouted before laughing. Matthew looked at me with an apologetic look in his eye before swinging Tallulah off his back and on to his hip. I cocked my head as I placed my hands on my hips. “Fuck!” She repeated, shouting the word at Matthew. And, again, this wouldn’t be the last time she repeated a swear word.

“Now, Tallulah, that is a mommy and daddy word. You know you shouldn’t say that. Just because mommy or daddy does, doesn’t mean you can,” he looked at her. She pouted before nodded. Thankfully, she actually understood when to not say swear words, she also understood what “mommy and daddy” words were. “Got it?” Matthew looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. She looked up at him and stuck up her thumb.

“Got it!” She smiled before throwing her arms around his neck. Matthew laughed before picking her back up.

“Now, let’s go get some happy meals,” Matthew spoke as he pointed towards the direction of our car. I sighed deeply, walking the opposite direction towards our trailer, knowing they’ll both know we need to stop by there before we leave.

{***}{***}{***}

“She asleep?” I asked, glancing away from my script as Matthew entered the room. He pulled his shirt off as he went towards his closet.

“She’s always insistent on Rumple Buttercup, but almost never makes it to the end,” he laughed as he put his pajamas on. I smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Maybe it’s time you wrote a second one… Give Rumple Buttercup a brother or sister,” I laughed as I rubbed a hand on his back. He looked over his shoulder with a smile before getting comfortable in the bed beside me.

“You know… I’ve been thinking,” Matthew started as he moved closer to me. I looked up from my script and over at him with a raised eyebrow. Something was telling me he wasn’t going to continue talking about a second Rumple Buttercup book… “What if Tallulah had a little brother or sister,” he asked as he looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t help but burst out with laughter. I felt bad for my laughter, mostly because I knew he wanted a second child. But, we were running slim on time with that.

“She is too much of a daddy’s girl to share with anyone, including me, Matthew,” I closed my script as I looked up at him. He looked genuinely hurt with my laughter and comment. “Besides, I thought we were good with the one,” I gestured towards her room.

“But, what if we had another one,” he shrugged. I dropped my shoulders and sighed, but kept a smile on my lips nonetheless. “C’mon, two! That’s a perfect number!” “Two is a perfect number,” I swallowed roughly as I looked down at the bedding in front of me. I couldn’t help but allow the smile on my lips to grow. “And she wouldn’t be alone on family trips,” I mused as I glanced over at him. Matthew was looking at me with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. “You don’t think we should talk about this first? I mean, Matthew, you’re almost 40, I’m nearly 35...” I let out a small laugh.

“I think we just talked about it! And to me it sounds like we both want it,” he smiled before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed before moving away from him.

“Okay, okay, we can try. But not right now. I’m exhausted. Maybe once Marianne is better and we don’t have to take Tallulah to set. Because that was so exhausting,” I ran a hand through his hair and smiled, “Fair?”

“Fair,” he smiled before kissing me softly, “Love you,”

“I love you too,”

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babymetaldoll · 4 years ago

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Baby Gubs (Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader)

Requested: Yes

"Matthew x reader, his wife (the reader) goes into labor, and the next story is the same thing but spencer Reid x reader."

Summary: Matthew Gray Gubler is having a hard time putting his shit together when his wife goes into labor.

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: I curse. We all know it.

Word count: 1,3K

A/N: Here's the second part!! I hope you like it!

Masterlist

You can also read Baby Reid

- "Ok! It's ok! Everything is ok!"- Matthew ran downstairs and left a bag next to the door. Then, he ran to the kitchen and came back, carrying a bottle of cold water.

- "What ar..."- his wife looked at him confused, sitting on a couch, trying not to laugh, as she caressed her big pregnant belly, trying to breathe each time she felt a contraction. It was time, their son was coming, and Matthew was... well, he was all over the place.

- "You might get thirsty.... oh shit! I have to stop for ice!!"- Gubler kept running all over the house, rambling, hysterical.

- "Matthew..."

- "The doctor said you might eat some ice. I don't remember why... but I have to get you ice."

- "Matthew..."

- "I don't know if I put everything in the bag...."

- "Gubs!!"- (Y/N) slowly stood up and walked to her husband, who was clearly freaking out- "The contractions started just half an hour ago. My water hasn't even..."

But the water that ran down her legs as she spoke stopped her immediately, and she just widened her eyes.

- "What the hell is that?!!"- and Matthew Gray Gubler freaked out even more- "Are you in pain??! are you ok?!"

- "I'm ok. This means my water just broke, but I'm fine. Your son will join us shortly, so I think it's the right time to go to the hospital."- (Y/N) said in the calmest and softest tone of voice she could. She could see her husband's face. He was panicking.

- "Ok, ok... let's go,"- he answered, but didn't move an inch- "I'm not feeling alright. I think I'm gonna puke."

(Y/N) smiled and offered him the bottle of water he had given her earlier.

- "Come on, Gubs, breathe, you can do this. You liked making the baby. You are gonna love this part too."

Matthew Gray Guber thought he was prepared for that day. He and (Y/N) got everything ready as the due date of their baby approached. They had their bags ready. They had weekly check-ups with their doctor, and the midwife (Y/N) wanted to deliver their baby.

Matthew was sure he was ready. But he wasn't. Not because he was scared to be a dad. He was born to be a father, and he couldn't wait to hold his son in his arms and play with him. Teach him how to walk, how to ride his bike, take him to Disney, and watch him grow up. He had so many plans for his family. But right that minute, all he felt was fear.

Fear of ruining everything. Fear of being the worst father. Fear of being a bad husband. Fear of letting his wife down.

Somehow, getting closer to fatherhood had also made him feel vulnerable. Aware of all of his mistakes and flaws.

- "Honey, are you ok?"- (Y/N) whispered and rubbed his leg sweetly as he drove to the hospital.

- "Yes, yes, I am. How are you, Bunny? how do you feel?"

- "We are ok. I'm texting your mom and my parents."

- "Great, awesome."- Matthew looked at the road and gripped the steering wheel tight. Too tight. His fingers were turning white.

- "Breath, honey."- (Y/N) smiled, thinking she never imagined her husband was going to be so nervous- "Everything will be ok."

- "I know. I know."- he didn't know. He wanted it to be ok, but he was freaking out. "What if." That was all that was in his mind.

- "But, what if I'm a bad father?- he confessed and sighed, defeated by his own fears- "I mean, you are already an amazing mom, look at you, keeping your shit together while I freak out"- his wife smiled and nodded

- "The only reason why I'm not freaking out is that you are here, and I know no matter what, you will always do your best to..."- but she couldn't continue talking. She held her breath and closed her eyes. It was getting harder.

- "Breath, Bunny. You are doing great. Just five more minutes, and we'll be there."

(Y/N) meant it. She was only keeping her shit together because Matthew was by her side. She was glad he was home when the contraction started, and her water broke. If he had been at work, she could have lost it. (Y/N) was scared of being alone during that whole process after her best friend had a severe complication at the delivery room and had an emergency c-section. Her baby nearly died, and (Y/N) was terrified something like it might happen to her too.

She was scared of everything that could go wrong, and the only person to make her feel safe was her husband, Matthew Gray Gubler, even when he was freaking out.

- "Ok, there's not much time,"- the midwife warned as soon as she checked up (Y/N)- "Honey, we are doing this right now."

- "What?!"- and (Y/N) freaked out- "I need the drugs! Please, give me the drugs! It hurts too much!"

Matthew's heart stopped. (Y/N) was crying in pain, as the midwife prepared everything as fast as she could, along with some nurses.

- "I'm sorry, Mrs. Gubler, but your son is ready to come, and we don't have any time."

- "I can keep him inside a little long, I swear, just... give me something! Please!"- (Y/N) cried in pain and fear.

- "You can do this, Bunny"- Matthew stood by her side, holding her hand and kissing it several times- "I'm here, I'm with you, ok?"

- "But, but..."

- "I know you are scared, I am scared too, but we are going through this together, ok?"

- "No human is coming out of you!!"- she cried and yelled in pain- "Shit!!"

- "Bunny, I would do this for you if I could, but I can't. So please"- Matthew leaned in and kissed her forehead- "Do you want me to call your mom?"

- "No!!"- she held onto his hand as tight as possible- "I want you! I need you!"

- "Ok, ok, then, breath, Bunny. I'm with you, always."

The adoration in Matthew's eyes was undeniable. He was staring at his wife with the deepest and purest love. He was scared, but if there was one thing he was sure about in his life, he wanted to have a family with (Y/N) and make her happy every day.

- "One more push Mrs. Gubler!"

The midwife announced, and soon, in the middle of a chaotic moment, with (Y/N) nearly yelling in pain and Matthew desperately cooing her, there was a cry. And it was a heart-stopping cry. Matthew looked at his son for the first time as the midwife carefully place him on his wife's chest. Gubler broke into tears immediately. He sobbed and laughed at the same time, kissing his wife's lips and staring at their baby in awe.

- "We made a human"- he whispered, and his wife nodded- "How are you feeling?"

- "Never been better"- she whispered and caressed carefully their baby's face- "Hello, baby Gubs."- Matthew chuckled at those words and wiped away the tears from his eyes.

- "Say hello to your daddy,"- (Y/N) muttered and handed the baby to her husband. He carried him as carefully as possible, feeling he was holding the most precious thing in the whole world.

- "Hello, Vincent, I'm your dad. I'm sorry, buddy, but you are stuck with me forever now. I'm not good at sports, but I swear I'm always going to be there to play. I can teach you magic, and we are watching all the Disney movies you want, always. And I promise I will always keep your mommy happy because she is the woman of our lives, and you are the only man on earth I could ever share her love with, ok?"

The baby was no longer crying and looked at his father with his tiny eyes for a moment before the midwife took him.

- "You are amazing,"- Matthew whispered and kissed (Y/N)'s forehead.

- "I wouldn't have done it without you"- she answered and looked at his eyes, still filled with tears.

- "I didn't do anything."

- "We are a team"- she answered and smiled- "Team Gubs."

- "Team Gubs"- he repeated and smiled- "I love how it sounds. I'm making t-shirts with our names."

- "Of course you are."

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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MGG Characters Masterlist

This is my Masterlist for characters that Matthew Gray Gubler portrays. They are sorted by fluff, angst and smut and from first posted to last. Requests are open for this actor. Upcoming fics are on my main Masterlist. ♥️=Author’s Favorite⚠️=Major trigger warning Main Masterlist

Spencer Reid x Reader

SERIES (2+ chapters):

Chronological series:

The Five Stages of Grief : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer going through the stages of grief after the death of the Reader. (ANGST) ♥️⚠️ —completed—

- Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader meets a mysterious man at the library during book club. ♥️ -in progress- -prompt/request—fic swap— (18+)

Unlinked series:

Spencer Reid & Letters: Group of fics exploring how Spencer and different types of Readers correspond through letters and their relationships.(Fluff- may contain angst & smut in the future) -in progress-

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Ghost Story : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer tells Reader a ghost story before the power goes out.—request—

- Curl Recovery : Post Prison Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Curly Hair Reader: Spencer’s hair took a beating in prison along with the rest of his being. Reader helps Spencer gain a little back of what he lost. ♥️-Hurt/Comfort-

- 9 o’clock : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Barista Reader: Reader is an owner of a coffee shop and learns the identity of her late night regular as well as the reason why he likes so much sugar in his coffee.

- Dahlias :Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer over analyzing what type of flowers to get for Reader for their first date ♥️-fic swap-

- Happy Coincidences : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: You keep running into Spencer before work will you ever get his number? -request-

- The Best Time To Wear a Striped Sweater: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Where does Spencer’s striped sweater go after the first episode?—1000 follower celebration—

- My Knight in Shiny Armor: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader is a fantasy novelist and writes Spencer into their story. ♥️ —fic swap—

- The Melody Lives On: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Seeing Spencer after so long apart makes past feelings come to the surface again.

- Cinematic Coincidences: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer can’t bring himself to go on another date that’s been set up for him- so he stands his date up. Spence seemingly can’t catch a break and runs into the date he stood up. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Origins: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Reader is from a specific geographical location): Reader feels homesick after a particularly gruesome case. Spencer can’t buy a plane ticket, but he can try to help recreate part of home with them. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Question and Answer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Garcia gets Reader to answer some questions about their feelings for Spencer. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Shining Bright Above You: Spencer Reid x Male Reader: Spencer finally gets to go out with his boyfriend after getting out of prison and gets to see the light despite the overwhelming darkness. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

- Unwinding in the Vines: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader can’t get enough of cuddling Spencer. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Manicured: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer finally lets Reader paint his nails. -30 fics in 30 days-

Blurbs/Ficlets:

- Lactose Intolerant: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader : Spencer loves dairy despite his allergy, it comes back to bite him and reader takes care of him. ♥️

- Spooked: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader really wishes Spencer hadn’t picked a haunted house as a team bonding exercise.

- Four More Months & No More Months Spencer Reid x Pregnant Female Reader: Spencer talking to their baby while Reader pretends to sleep.-1000 follower celebration-1250 follower celebration-request-

Angst:

Oneshots:

- Jinxed : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader : Reader is deeply affected by a case and is comforted by Spencer, at the end of the case Reader gets injured. (ENDS HAPPY)

- Too little Too Late : Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer isn’t sure what he’s fighting for anymore and feels abandoned by Y/N and his team. Set post Revelations. Major Trigger Warnings ⚠️ (SAD ENDING)

- A Greek Tragedy: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (Masc. coded) :Spencer and Reader’s lives now resemble a Greek tragedy after Spencer returns from his kidnapping. ♥️⚠️(Hurt Comfort) (Light at the first of a tunnel sad ending)-prompt/request-

- Off the Table: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Based off the Ariana Grande song off the table. Reader wants to ask Spencer- I’d love off the table? ♥️⚠️ —1000 follower celebration— —request-

- Converging Parallels: Spencer Reid x Female Single Mom Reader: Spencer goes to a support group Penelope suggested after the death of Maeve. He quickly connects with a single mom who’s experiences have been similar to Spencer’s. -30 fics in 30 days-

- Tiny Vessels: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer is done lying to himself about his true feelings for reader, but isn’t done lying to them. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

Smutty (not full on smut, smut is further down):

Oneshots:

- Yeah: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: When Reader’s favorite song comes on while they’re out at a bar with the team, Reader can’t resist wanting to dance with Spencer even if it outs their secret relationship. -request-

- Training Wheels: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Years ago Spencer taught Reader to drive despite the fact that he hates driving. When they become good at driving enough to learn how to ride a motorcycle they get Spencer to come along for a ride.

Smut:

Oneshots:

Sub!Spencer Reid x Reader:

x Gender Neutral Reader:

- Georgia Peach: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: Spencer sees reader eating a peach and goes a little crazy. ♥️ -request-

- Helping hands: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: After a bad case Spencer needs help shaving after getting injured, he gets help from the least likely person to help in his life. ♥️ (Enemies to lovers) -prompt/request-

- Slapped: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader x Elle Greenaway: impromptu little fic that @sparklinspence and I ended up writing quickly in the reblogs about Spencer getting his cock slapped while away on a case. ♥️

x Female Reader:

- Surprise Pretty Boy :Sub!Spencer : Spencer Reid x Female Reader : Reader hasn’t had any sex in what feels like forever, so she seduces Spencer. When they get to Reader’s apartment she has a surprise waiting for him.

- Solaris: Sub!Spencer : Spencer Reid x Female Reader : Spencer and Reader finally get a vacation, so they go and see a Russian film called Solaris. Reader coxes Spencer into getting freaky in the theatre.

- Painted Nails: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer’s dom paints his nails for date night and she goes crazy at the sight of them.—-request—-

- Plot twist: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader buys a new pair of heels but they aren’t for her. ♥️ —750 follower celebration—

- Keep Reading: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader brings a surprise for Spencer at their picnic date. -♥️—750 follower celebration— —prompt/request-

- Braided Brat: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer lets Reader braid his hair, he can’t help but tease her. —750 follower celebration—

- Pleasent Surprise: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader asks Spencer if she can try to be more dominant in the bedroom. —750 follower celebration—

- Guest Lecturer: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: gets Spencer riled up during class while he’s guest lecturing. ♥️—750 follower celebration—

-Taking care: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer needs Reader to help him relax after some people were unkind to him —750 follower celebration—-request-

- Good in Red: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer really likes the color of your lipstick. ♥️ —1000 follower celebration—

- Green with Envy: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer gets mad over something reader can’t control and a fight ensues- plus heavy makeup sex after the fight.

- Soured Nostalgia: Sub!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: When Reader moves their stuff in to Spencer’s apartment they find photos that he kept over the years. One photo of the past springs up memories of Spencer’s precious relationship with Elle. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

-Erotica Explained: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer finds Reader’s erotica writing. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

Dom!Spencer Reid x Reader:

- Star Trek vs. Star Wars: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader Smut: Spencer and reader get into a heated argument over which is better Star Trek or Star Wars, Reader in turn breaks some of Spencer’s rules. —fic swap—

- The Case of the Missing Coffee: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader Smut: Spencer gets on Reader’s nerves just a little too much one day.—fic swap—

-Occupied: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer and Reader get caught in a bar bathroom by one of their coworkers after Reader couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. -500 follower celebration- -prompt/request-

- Birthday Spankings: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: A normally shy reader decides to tease Spencer on his birthday thinking she could get away with it —request—

- Poker Face: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader thought she could get away with speaking her desires out loud as long as they were in a different language. Turns out, someone could understand her. ♥️

- April Fools: Dom!Spencer (not as harsh as others): Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer needs to one up Reader just as he’s about to loose a prank war. —30 fics in 30 days-

- Dressed in Crimson: Dom!Spencer: Spencer Reid x Female Reader:(Royalty AU)Spencer is a stable boy with a passion for learning and Reader is the princess of the palace that he serves in. They’ve been in a secret relationship, the two grow restless about not being able to be out in the open. ♥️ -30 fics in 30 days-

Non specific dom Spencer Reid x Reader:

- Russian Roulette: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Unsub Reader: Reader and Spencer formed a relationship during an investigation, turns out she was the unsub they were looking for. Spencer finds the Readers hiding place cornering her, but he can’t let her go yet. Major Trigger Warnings ♥️⚠️ (SAD ENDING)

- Mismatched: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader is Spencer’s roommate and they have been pining after each other for a while. One morning they finally get to act on their feelings.

- The Big Bluff: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer goes up against a professional poker player. ♥️-500 follower celebration-

- Any Iteration: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Reader is nervous that this new iteration of her won’t be something Spencer will like. ♥️

Blurbs:

- A Snowy Morning After: Part One, Part Two: Non specific dom: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: After being snowed in after a one night stand, Spencer wants to go for a round two. -1000 follower celebration—30 fics in 30 days-

Chip Taylor x Reader (MGG character from 68 kill)

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Chipped: Chip Taylor x Gender Neutral Reader: Chip Taylor watching Beauty and the beast for the first time with Reader. -500 follower celebration- -prompt/request-

Angst:

Smut:

Oneshots:

Sub!Chip Taylor x Reader:

- Party Play: Sub!Chip: Chip Taylor x Female Reader: After Reader gets Chip to voice one of his deepest desires Reader takes him to a play party Reader’s friend hosts. ♥️-30 fics in 30 days-

Raymond Wadsworth x Reader (MGG character from Suburban Gothic)

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Unsolved: Raymond Wadsworth x Gender Neutral Reader: Raymond runs into the buzzfeed unsolved duo investigating the same place he is, plus their cute camera operator. -500 follower celebration- -prompt/request-

Smut:

Oneshots:

Sub!Raymond Wadsworth:

- Spooks: Sub!Raymond: Raymond Wadsworth x Female Reader: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating. ♥️ -30 fics in 30 days-

Angst:

Oneshots:

Blurbs:

- Birthday Blues: Raymond Wadsworth x Gender Neutral Reader: Raymond wants his partner to come back from the dead.

Franklin x Reader (MGG character from Beginner’s luck)

Fluff:

Oneshots:

- Bowling Ball Baby Franklin x Pregnant Female Reader: Franklin and Reader get into a fight about him not being there for Reader’s pregnancy. He has a unique way of apologizing.♥️-Hurt/Comfort-

- Gutter Balls Franklin x Male Reader: While meeting up for a friendly game of bowling with Franklin’s team some very rude people try to insert their opinion on yours and Franklin’s relationship. (Has some angst but is v happy). —request—

- Chili Cheese Fries: Franklin x Gender Neutral Reader: Franklin tries to make bowling alley food taste better during a first date. ♥️ -30 fics in 30 days-

Angst:

Smut:

Oneshots:

- The Owner’s Office: Dom!Franklin: Franklin x Female Reader: Franklin won’t stop pestering the owner of the alley about getting a discount. —1000 follower celebration— —prompt/request— ♥️

Lesley Smith-Juniment x Reader (MGG in Hot Air)

Fluff:

- Unintentionally Unrequited: Lesley Smith-Juniment x Gender Neutral Reader: Reader holds in their love for Lesley after his broken engagement. -30 fics in 30 days-

Angst:

Smut:

-Will be adding more characters in the future-

#Masterlist #y/n #self insert #spencer reid x reader #franklin x reader #raymond wadsworth #chip taylor x reader #chip taylor #Spencer Reid #franklin

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bettys-redwinesupernova · 2 years ago

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Hey everyone! My name is Delilah! I’m so glad you’re here and have decided to check out my blog!

Here’s a little bit about me for you all to know!

I’m twenty-years-old.

My pronouns are she/her.

My fic reblog/recommendation page is @delilah-recommends !

I’m not new to Tumblr or the Stranger Things and Criminal Minds fandoms, this is just a new account because I haven’t been on here since I was sixteen which was a very embarrassing time XD.

I’ve been a huge Criminal Minds fan for years, and started watching the show when I was eleven (shocking, I know right. No wonder why I’m so traumatised lol). I’ve also been a massive fan of Stranger Things since the show premiered! And I have been resurrected to Tumblr because of Mr Eddie Munson (in my defence, Joe Quinn is beautiful).

My blog is not 18+. However, if I write anything smutty or anything that is remotely NSFW then I ask minors not to interact with those posts and block the tag ( #delilah.nsfw ).

You can call me by any nicknames (preferably no masculine ones, ‘sir’ etc), and you are always welcome to drop me a dm if you want to talk about anything too! I’m a really friendly person, I promise!

I am a major Swiftie, so there will be a lot of Taylor Swift references in my works XD.

I’m a part of some other fandoms, so don’t hesitate to drop an ask if you want to know them, or even if you want to get to know me! I love making new friends!

I will not tolerate any hate, bullying, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia etc! Treat People With Kindness!

I am British, so any scheduled posts will be in GMT (the british time zone!). And I also apologise for any inaccuracies in fics set in other countries, don’t hesitate to drop me an inbox to fix anything!

Here is the Masterlist of all of my works and any of my non-fic posts which are my favourite!

Everything will be organised in chronological order, from oldest to newest!

Requests are currently open!

I can’t ensure that they will be completed quickly, due to me being in full-time education as well as having my own personal mental health struggles (which I’m on medication for!). But, I will try my best to get them written as quickly as possible!

Who I currently write for:

- Eddie Munson ( + Joseph Quinn )

- 001/Peter Ballard ( + Jamie Campbell Bower )

- Steve Harrington ( + Joe Keery )

- Spencer Reid ( + Matthew Gray Gubler )

- Benedict Bridgerton

- Anthony Bridgerton

- Robin Buckley ( + Maya Hawke )

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insvltd · 3 years ago

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I felt we needed a more traditional MGG x Reader story on here.

The cheesy old style. I’ve started writing it. It’s terrible. Enjoy part one.

I’d like to make it into a slow burn romance/horror if I can. I never see paranormal stories with him and I’m sure he’d enjoy such trials.

Be kind please. I don’t write much because of my mental health but MGG makes me feel better.

Gallows Hill

Part One

Part Two

Word Count: 875

Autumn.

My favorite season; the crisp air, the smell of fallen leaves. The beauty of death is shown proudly in the limbs of the trees. As they shed their leaves and fall into their annual slumber, only to be reborn in the spring. Who could resist such a sight?

I love this time of the year. Something about Autumn made anywhere feel like home. Maybe it's the smell of pumpkin pie in the air, or maybe just the atmosphere. People tend to feel most comfortable in Autumn. They're friendlier; more welcoming. The people in Salem always found ways to make visitors feel at home. This is their season after all.

Tourists flock to the old town to see where the witch trials were held. They love that sort of thing around Halloween. I tend to seek out spooky things all year round. That's just what I like. I've never been afraid of the scary stories that circulate through smaller towns like Salem. Haunted houses fascinate me.

I chose to visit Salem for the second time this month because a certain someone was celebrating his own made-up holiday in the area.

Gublerween.

Matthew Gray Gubler. That tall, goofy man. His art and his interest in all things macabre. If I believed in soulmates, I would say he's mine. The way he carries himself so proudly in his old converse and grandma sweaters made my heart swell. I loved that he also carried around a backpack full of random items; mostly useful.

I came in search of him, hoping to introduce him to some of my favorite spots in the area.

That's such a silly dream. Stop living in your head, Y/N.

I never can escape my own mind. I'm always daydreaming. Maybe that's why I feel so comfortable anywhere I travel.

As I stepped out onto the old cobbled streets of the witch town, my eyes instantly scanned the crowds for the lanky man with the fluffy curly hair.

Nothing.

I hooked my thumbs under the straps of my backpack and headed out into the chaos. Children in costumes and their parents packing their bags full of candy for the weekend's festivities. Everyone seems so happy at the moment. I looked to the ground and squeezed past the families, watching their shoes as I toed along. Loafers and heels and a few pairs of ratty old combat boots filled the street.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" A soft voice chimed from my left side. I looked up to see a familiar pair of hazel eyes, "Just trying to get out of everyone's way." I replied with a small smile.

Mr. Thompson. He owns the cutest little bookstore in town. The oldest one too. He's always got something new, well old, for me to add to my collection.

"I found something I think you'll like. I was gonna save it for your visit next year but you're back already!" He grinned, his old eyes crinkling at the corners. He pushed open the door to his shop and waved me inside. I politely nodded at his kind gesture and slipped through the narrow doorway, taking in the scent of old literature. "Why are you back so soon?" He asked as he moved to his place behind his mess of a desk.

I sighed and looked away, my face turning slightly pink out of embarrassment, "I was hoping to run into a certain artist slash actor that I've been in love with for the last ten years." Admitting such a silly thing out loud made my stomach churn. He let out a soft chuckle and pulled an old book from his desk drawer. A sticky note with my name written in his scrawly handwriting sat promptly over the title, "Something Wicked This Way Comes," he seemed proud of his find, "First edition." He peeled the paper off and slid it across the desktop.

"Thompson you absolute gem." I had always wanted a first edition of this book. It was the best for the Halloween season. When Matthew pulled it out of his backpack during that one interview deeming it his October favorite, I knew I'd have to meet him. One way or another.

As obsessive as I sound in my head, I have no ill intention. Mr. Thompson picked up the glasses that hung around his neck, setting them on the end of his nose as he looked at me, "So who is this actor slash artist person you're trying to hunt down? I'll keep my eye out for him." He chuckled softly, his thin lips curled into a cheeky smile. He teases me just the way my grandfather used to. It made me feel safe; loved.

"His name is Matthew," I started, my mind wandering to the pictures he'd posted to his Twitter this morning, "He posted pictures in a black sweater this morning. It had red, squiggly lines on it. He's got these goofy, cute Buddy Holly-esque glasses on. Curly hair. Kinda tall."

Mr. Thompson's head turned to the back room, his eyes narrowing as he nodded, "Him?"

I quickly poked my head around the tall bookcase that stood between me and the back room full of poetry and dark literature.

Matthew.

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eideticmemory · 4 years ago

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TWO GHOSTS II | MATTHEW G. GUBLER

It’s been 15 years. 15 years has to be long enough . . . right? Part 2! Read Part 1.

Set 15 years after the end of Ever Since New York, so give that a read first!

Word Count: 3.1k.

Warning: Usual angst, porn, and poor communication amongst characters.

SOUNDTRACK:

After Hours - The Velvet Underground

Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now - The Smiths

“Ramona . . .” you whine.

“I know . . . a mess.”

“I, uh,” you set your phone down, keeping Ramona’s voice on speaker. “I have to get out of this hotel, I have to get home.”

“[y/n], no.”

“No?”

“No.”

You begin changing out of your pajamas, your hands trembling as you slip on a pair of jeans. “Are you telling me I can’t go home right now? Seriously?”

“Seriously. Unless you wanna get swarmed by paparazzi, and risk leaving the hotel at the same time as him, you need to stay put.”

“This . . . this . . . is a mess. This is a huge mess, I — Ramona, I’m leaving.” You ramble, grabbing your things from the bedside dresser.

“[y/n] [y/l/n].” Ramona says, sternly. “You are my boss, but I have direct orders from your publicist to make sure you stay put. So, sit down, chill out, I’ll be there in five. And, honestly . . . you should have some wine.”

“Wha — wine? It’s seven in the morning.”

“Y’know what? You deserve it. Be there soon.”

She was already on the way when she hung up, and when she knocks on the door, you’re sat criss-cross on the bed, sipping a glass of wine. She’s right, you deserve it. You hold the fragile cup in your hand as you open the door, and she waltzes her way in.

“You calm now?” she asks.

“Medicated,” you shrug, holding the glass of wine up in the air.

“Perfect . . . so, were you ever going to tell anyone that you used to date Matthew Gray Gubler?”

You scoff, wander through the hotel room, “I didn’t date Matthew Gubler,” you take a seat on the bed.

“Okay, were you going to mention that you used to fuck Matthew Gray Gubler?” She crosses her arms.

“I . . .” you stutter, go silent in response.

“Oh, God,” she groans.

“It was a long, long time ago! It’s no one’s business, and there’s hardly any proof that it’s anything but a rumor.”

“No proof? —“ She shakes her head, pulling her iPad from her bag. As she clicks a few buttons, she adds, “Did you not see what people were saying? . . . The pictures?”

“Pictures?” You gasp, setting you glass down. “What pictures?”

Ramona sighs, and hands the iPad over to you, avoiding eye contact. You slowly take the device from her hands, and let out a shaky breath.

“The first two were posted a, um, John Hearse on twitter . . .” she explains.

“I mean, if you and Gube just . . . I’m gonna say it - fucked - one good time, the two of you could get over this whole rivalry already.”

Ramona’s words start to fade, to rescind to dust and ash, as you absorb the image in front of you. It’s old . . . and slightly blurry, but you recognize every face. John, Steve, Matthew . . . and you, sat in his lap, head on his shoulder with a huge, bright smile on your face. Matthew had his hand on your waist, practically gripping your shirt in his hand, keeping you close. The next picture, he was making you laugh, all three of you, as you looked, lovingly, into his eyes.

They were posted in response to a final picture, of you and Matthew reuniting. You looking, literally, like an idiot, in the daze of seeing him and recieving a hug. Some professional photographer had captured the whole thing.

John’s pictures are captioned: Whoaaa glad to see these two back together!

“They used to be, heh,” you chuckle dryly to yourself as you read the tweet outloud. “Inseparable, wow. Remind me to call John up later and yell at him until he cries.”

“Wh — what happened between you two?”

“Me and John? Nothing much, we were good friends,” you shrug.

“No — [y/n], c’mon . . .” Ramona groans.

“It would take,” you sigh. “So much time, and so much energy for me to tell that story right now. I don’t have it in me, Ramona, I just . . . I just want to go home.”

“The place is surrounded by paparazzi, they’re harassing every celebrity that leaves the building, and I’m pretty sure your high on their watchlist right now.”

“Yeah, I’ve mastered the art of ignoring them, I’ll be fine, just call me a ride, please,” you grumble, setting the iPad down and rising to your feet.

She sighs, giving in, giving up, “There’s one waiting for you out front.”

“Thank you,” you nod.

Your belongings are removed from the room first, carried down by an accommodating bellhop. Ramona followed you down to the lobby, trailing you, like she always did. But keeping a closer eye on you than usual. You stopped in front of the revolving door, lips pursed in a look of annoyance as you came face to face with the hoard of paparazzi.

They noticed you through the glass before you had the chance to take a breath, and if you stood still for too long, you feared it would show as weakness, a reason to be suspicious. So, you held your head up tall, took in a deep breath, and stepped into the spotlight.

You’ve mastered the look of constantly-tired-business-woman-chic. Today, you’re running off a cup of coffee, and as always, throw on jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Comfortable shoes, because those heels destroyed your feet last night.

It’s a short walk to the car, but a million and one pictures are taken of you. You smile, respectfully, do a little wave. Don’t want to look too bitter. You drown out the questions, drown out the comments, because you swear if you hear his name, you’ll roll your eyes.

Ramona gets into the car after you, and closes the door. You let out a long sigh, and sulk in your seat. “This sucks,” you mumble, the car staring the ten minute drive to your home.

“Okay, [y/n] Gubler,” she replies.

“Hey!” You sit up. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she whines. “I knew something was off last night. I could’ve helped you avoid him, I could’ve gotten his car towed, I could’ve sent him the wrong address. You just have to communicate.”

“That is . . . unprofessional, and Matthew Gubler is, apparently, very professional. And he . . .” you trail off.

“He . . ? What?”

“He, donated a very healthy amount of money to the program, which, has nothing to do with me, by the way. None of it has anything to do with me, he’s just . . . professional.” You roll your eyes.

“What the hell happened between you two?” Ramona asks, noticing your shift in tone.

“Ooh, damn!” You ignore her, looking out the window. “We should’ve stopped and grabbed donuts.”

“Fine,” she surrenders.

You were surprised to find no paparazzi surrounding your penthouse building. Ramona had packed away all your belongings, and sent someone inside to place them in your apartment.

“Stay off social media,” she tells you before you leave. “Okay? No posting.”

“Silent stalking, only. Got it.”

You hold your phone in your hand as you walk into the building, ride the elevator up to the fifth floor. It’s quiet, and it’s what you need right now. To be home alone, with your thoughts.

You crash onto the couch, face first, and groan as you roll over. Last night should’ve been joyous, and fun, and it was. But, it was supposed to be the end. It was supposed to bring peace, knowing that everything you worked for, payed off and went out with a bang.

But, because of him, and John, and these stupid pictures, it’s far from the end. A whole new storm has started, and it’s making you nauseous.

Yet, you can’t keep yourself offline. You spend hours scrolling through tweet upon tweet, instagram post after instagram post, and each and every comment is as gut wrenching as the last. The internet’s made up it’s mind, and you and Matthew Gubler are the perfect couple. You fit together, you look right together, you have history together.

A history that was better left buried.

Because, when it comes up, when you think about, and you think about that one decision that could’ve changed everything . . . you crack. You spiral. You can’t shake it for days. Weeks. You think about him, and what you could’ve been.

It’s a hurricane, and it sweeps you up everytime, even when you know it’s coming.

There’s a knock at the door, and your heart drops. It’s naive, and childish to think that maybe, just maybe, it’s him. Coming to apologize for being a dick. But the idea of it has you racing to the door, and flinging it open before you can think about it.

“Hey, Aunt [y/n]!”

“Hey,” Claire smiles. “We brought donuts.”

This is better.

The seven year old held onto your hand as you guided her and her mother in your apartment. “Oh, my goodness,” you beamed to Dorthy, earning a bright smile from her. “Is Roni with you?” You turned to ask Claire.

“She had to help her mother with something today, but I told her that I had to help you through a serious crisis.”

“Ah,” you nod. “You’ve been online, huh?”

You take a seat with Dorothea on the couch, turn on the TV. “Wanna pick something to watch?” You smile, and she nods happily, taking the remote from you.

You join Claire in the kitchen, and she hands you a cookies and cream donut. You hum happily as you take it from her, take a seat on the counter, “God, thank you.”

She nods, “Yes, I’ve been online. I’ve been tracking everything about you and your big, big night,” she chuckles. “So I was ready to run over here when I saw those pictures going around.”

“You saw them?” You gasp, horrified, with the donut hanging from your mouth.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t remember when they were taken, though?”

“Vegas, 2001,” you tell her. “You didn’t — you didn’t come with us.”

She sighs, tilts her head at you, “[y/n] . . .”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you nod, reassuringly. “I’m not going down a Matthew rabbit hole. Not right now. Y’know why? Because he is an ass, he’s rude, and disrespectful, and stirs shit up for no reason, and —“

“Whoa!” Claire exclaims. “Did I enter a time portal to 1999 or something?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you roll your eyes.

“[y/n], you knew seeing Matthew was a possibility last night, and that it would bring back all these emotions, and you swore you could handle it —“

“I did handle it! I handled it very, very well. He’s the one who lost his cool. You should’ve heard him, Claire,” you ramble. “Nothing I did tonight has anything to do with you? I’m a professional? I didn’t do it to cushion your feelings? He’s a dick! He — he threw everything in my face the minute he could, and now my name is connected to his, our history is out there for everyone to see, and . . . he probably fucking hates me,” you laugh.

You laugh.

It’s a dry laugh, a sad laugh.

Claire frowns, and steps over to you, putting her arm around your shoulders.

“He hates me,” you say. “And he probably has every reason to. But I can handle it. I can handle the emotions, I’ve handled them for a long time,” you look at her. “And it’s not my fault if he can’t do the same, right?”

Claire sighs, pushes your hair back, “No.” She shakes her head. “No, you’ve moved on. You should want him to do the same thing, and not cause anymore hurt. You deserve that.”

“Mom! Aunt [y/n]!” Dorthy calls from the couch. Her head pops up, and she grins at you two. “Best and Ballet is on!”

“Ooh, what show is that?” You chuckle, hopping down from the counter. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Hey,” Claire calls, grabbing onto your arm before you can walk into the living room. “It’s like everything else in show business, right? People will talk for a few days, maybe a week, right? And then it’ll fade. It’ll pass.”

You give her a nod, let her know that you hear her, and that you’re going to push through this. Because you have no choice. Because above being a celebrity, a figurehead, a boss, a producer . . . you’re a teacher. A damn good one, and the last person who’s going to change that is Matthew Gubler.

You pack him away. The idea of him. Tie him off with a neat, little bow.

Because the show must go on.

“Rolling!”

You walk across the studio, behind the cameras, watching your students on screen. “Can you get a wide shot? You’re not getting the best lighting, nor every student in one shot.” You say to the cinematographer.

“[y/n],” the director calls. “We film from this angle every episode. Why change it?”

“Because every episode, some of my best dancers are cut from the shot beside of sloppy angles and the light from the windows blinds the mirrors the cameras?”

“Those are things out of our control.”

“Oh, yeah?” you turn to him. “You wanna tell that to someone who didn’t go to film school? . . . Twice?”

He gulps, motions to the cinematographer, “Change the shot.”

You grin, order the camera woman to make the correct adjustments, “See?” You beam. “No glare.”

You walk off, Ramona trailing behind you, giving the director a pitiful smile. Once you’re away from the cameras, and the studio, you grumble, “Remind me to never be talked into hiring a male director again.

“You’re turning into Medusa.”

“What?” You look at her, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What? You’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy? Medusa? Turns people into stone? A . . . bitch?”

“Actual Medusa was not a bitch, she was cursed by a man.”

“Okay, fair, you were cursed by a man —“

“Dooooon’t!” You roll your eyes. “I’m not Medusa, I’m very nice.”

“You’re nice to me, and to your students, and the nice ladies that do your hair and makeup. Everyone else, stone.”

“Stop.”

“I wish you would tell me what happened,” she groans. “It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone! I’m just, worried about you, and a little nosey.”

“Ramona . . . it’s been how long since that weekend?”

“Well, well,” she stutters. “Only a week.”

“A week is a long time, I’ve moved on. I’ve avoided any and all questions on the subject, from everyone. I’ve been actively dodging it on social media. I’m doing well.”

She nods.

“Now,” you continue to walk down the hall. “I have a talk show interview tonight? What time do I have to be there?”

You stop when you realize Ramona isn’t following you. You turn around, and she stuck in her spot.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Can’t move. Been turned to stone.”

You hated the Medusa comparison wholeheartedly. But, right now, you just want to yell at whoever booked you for a late night talk show. You’re tired after a long day of work, and you’re cranky, and crabby, and maybe, just maybe . . . the comparison isn’t too far off right now.

You’re charming, sure. Let’s go with that. But now, it’s all starting to dawn on you. Here, in this dressing room that’s lit up like a christmas tree. Revealing every ounce of exhaustion in your face, in your eyes. It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, and you’re placed in an elegant, black dress that stops just above your knees. Black heels cover your feet, and your hair and makeup were done half an hour ago.

You have to figure it out. You test different ones out in the mirror. Different smiles. You have to nail the I-have-to-talk-about-myself-for-an-hour-and-laugh smile. The happy, glowing, kind smile. You think you have it when there’s a knock on the door.

You keep the smile on, don’t want to lose it. You call Ramona in, and she looks at you, curiously. “You okay?”

“Yep,” you nod, brightening your smile. “Show time?”

“Are — are you having a stroke?”

“Okay, I’m trying to put on my interview face here, you’re not helping.”

“Sorry, sorry, you look great!” You smiles.

“Ramona,” you whisper, stepping close to her. “There’s a good chance they’re gonna ask me about him, right?”

She takes a breath in, prepared to answer, but no words come out. Your eyes are wide, innocent, hopeful. And she hates to lie to you.

“Yes . . .” is all she can say. “There is a, very, very good chance they will ask you about him.”

You sigh, duck your head. And when you pick it back up, your smile is on. “Okay, let’s go.” You step out into the hallway, Ramona closing the door behind you.

It was a time portal. The door. The hallway.

Matthew’s eyes land on you at the same time you see him, and you both freeze. Ramona bites at her nails, anxiously eyeing the two of you.

You feel your body, your soul, revert. Regress in every way to embody the spirit of you, at age 18, about 18 years ago.

You scoff, meaning your next words with every fiber of your being, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

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mgg-theprettiestboy · 4 years ago

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a spook-tacular day

matthew gray gubler x fem!reader

request: having a lazy day with Matthew, like y’all wake up at noon and lay in bed together. just giggling and talking about anything and everything. Matthew keeps sneaking little kisses. once y’all decide to get out of bed you make breakfast together and it ends in a messy food fight and burnt food so y’all just order some breakfast from a diner and cuddle on the couch all day!!

FLUFF!!!

in which halloween in quarantine isn’t all bad, being stuck with the world’s goofiest boyfriend

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, a small injury

The feeling of warmth that surrounded you when you woke up was just phenomenal. You usually did wake up pretty warm, but with your boyfriend pressed against your back, and his arms wrapped around you tightly, you were cozier than usual.

You were semi-dressed from the night before, so, carefully unraveling yourself from Matthew’s arms, you made your way out of the bed and to the bathroom to relieve yourself, before putting on some comfy pyjama bottoms. It was when you tried to sneak back into bed, did his eyes slowly begin to open.

“Morning, mop head,” you giggled as you referred to the fluffy mess of hair on his head. He just grumbled incoherently, his arms reaching out to you like a child wanting to be lifted. When you were close enough, he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, before rolling over to he could lay on you, with his head buried in your neck and pressing small butterfly kisses. His clingy-ness and childlike behaviour only made you laugh, “come on now, you have to get up eventually.”

“Don’t wanna,” he pouted, tightening his arms around you, “I just want to stay in bed forever with my goddess of a girlfriend. Why is that so difficult?”

You laughed, wiggling in his hold to mess with him, “because said girlfriend wants food.”

“Don’t you have a stash of emergency oreos in your nightstand? Just eat them,” he whined, nuzzling his face further into your neck. You only laughed more as his scruffy stubble rubbed against your skin, and you could feel his lips against your neck curve into a grin.

“Can’t have oreos for breakfast, Gube, that is a new quarantine low that I refuse to hit,” you smiled, moving to run your hand through his hair and play with it. He whined again, “but I wanna stay in bed. Cuddling, playing with my hair, tickling, teasing...”

“Matthew!” You squealed as his hands moved to tickle your sides, and he grinned mischievously, now straddling you as he tickled you mercilessly and laughed as you squealed and squirmed and begged, “stop, pl-please! Ah, oh my god! You are so on the sofa tonight!”

That quickly grabbed his attention his hands stilling as he stole a kiss, before he raised his brows, “is that so?”

You gulped as you smiled cutely up at him, feeling his hands lightly press against your sides, the threat of him tickling you again still looming, “uh. No, not really. I love you too much to kick you out of bed.”

He narrowed his eyes at you playfully, but his smile began to grow as he hummed, leaning down to steal another kiss, “right answer, pretty girl.”

You leaned up and pecked his lips, before quickly shoving Matthew off of you and sprinting to the door while giggling. You heard him grunt, before laughing, “oh that's it. It’s on! It is on like Donkey Kong!”

You had to hold back your laughter as you ran around the house to evade him, before settling on a good hiding place. You could hear his footsteps running around, but since you had the head start, you had lost him already. Making your way to his office, you gently shut the door behind you before ducking to hide under his desk. You held your breath in anticipation when you heard his footsteps get closer.

“Since when did tag become hide and seek?” He called out, grinning like a fool in love. Matthew opened the door to his office, and he had to bite back a laugh when he saw toes peeking out from under his desk.

“Baby? Where are you hiding? You should know I'm gonna find you. I’m the master at hide and seek,” he said, before moving into the office and closing the door, “I know you’re in here.”

You could feel your adrenaline racing as you bit your lip, trying to breath as quietly as you could. You wondered what your boyfriend you do when he found you, and your mind began to wander...

“Boo!” Matthew’s face popped up from above the desk, making you scream and jump, which resulted in you bashing your head against the desk.

“Oh shit!” He quickly climbed off of the desk and sank onto his knees to pull you out from under the desk, concern lacing his features. You clutched where you hit your head, but he pulled your hands away and parted your hair as he frowned, “show me where you hit. How badly does it hurt?”

You winced slightly as he tenderly touched your head, before snorting a laugh. He mistook this for tears, and almost started crying himself, “shit, Y/N I'm so sorry, I didn't think you’d hurt yourself.”

You covered your mouth as you began to laugh, and he pulled away from you quickly to confirm that you were indeed, laughing your ass off. “I can’t believe I bonked my head against the desk like that,” you laughed, and Matthew huffed and shook his head, before his own smile began to grow, “you are a klutz alright.”

You gasped and whacked his arm, “hey, you're the one who scared me.”

He pouted and rubbed his arm, “well you’re the one who shoved me and ran away.”

“Well you're the one who started tickling me.”

“..... Okay you got me there.”

You giggled as he grinned, before he wrapped his arms around you to lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carried you downstairs. He had changed, from wearing just his boxers, to an old worn Charlie Brown T-shirt and maroon shorts.

“Hey look, we’re matching,” you smiled, pointing at your Snoopy t-shirt. Well. It was Matthew’s t-shirt, technically. He grinned, kissing your nose as he walked into the kitchen, “awesome. And we did it unintentionally, too.”

You hummed and nodded, with a stupid smile on your face, as he sat you down on the kitchen counter. He tried to move to the fridge, but you had your ankles locked together so he couldn’t get far. He chuckled as you pulled him back closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, “I thought you were hungry?”

“I want a hug. Hug first, then food,” you mumbled as you shut your eyes and rested your head against his shoulder. You couldn't help yourself, he was just so huggable. He was your home, and you took so much comfort in his touch.

“How does French toast sound?” He whispered as he rubbed your back, making you sigh happily, “how does French kissing sound?”

He snorted a laugh, looking down at you with a goofy grin, “sounds like you wanna eat me for breakfast.”

“Oh, absolutely Mr. Gubler,” you retorted, making him laugh as he finally moved over to the fridge, taking out the different things to make breakfast. You watched him move the the cupboards next, and you hopped off of the counter to start making coffee. You felt something pat your head, so you frowned and turned around, thinking Matthew was patting your head. When you looked to him, he was stood behind you, with a mischievous grin and a bag of flour in his hand.

“I didn’t think we needed flour for French toast?” You asked, and he giggled, “probably not.”

And then it dawned on you. You touched your head, gasping when you saw your hand was white, “Matthew! You little gremlin.”

“If anything, you're the little gremlin. I’m a big gremlin,” he grinned, making you scoff, “oh yeah? Could little gremlins do this?”

You grabbed an egg, and granted, you had to jump a little, but you cracked it over his head. His jaw dropped, and there was a moment of silence as you both just stared at each other. Then you both moved. He started throwing the flour at you, while you broke as many eggs over him as you could. After squeals and giggles, from the both of you, he had tackled you to the ground, where you both lay in a floury eggy mess, laughing your asses off.

“I can't wait to do this with kids someday,” he hummed, smiling happily at the thought. You scoffed, “yeah right. There’s no way we can have a food fight with our future babies, cause then they’ll think it’s okay to throw food, and we’ll be living in a food-coated nightmare.”

“This is why you’ll be the responsible parent, and I will not,” he kissed your forehead, before grimacing as you laughed at seeing his lips coated with flour. He wiped his mouth, before standing up and pulling you up to stand, “why don’t you go shower? I’ll tidy this up and order us some food.”

“Hmm, I would stay and help, but since you’re the little shit who started this whole food fight, I’ll leave you at it,” you pecked his lips, before moving around the mess and upstairs to the shower. He joined you after ten minutes, and soon enough, you were both cuddled up on the sofa, eating French toast at 2pm, and watching halloween movies in the ugliest matching Halloween sweaters Matthew could find.

“I love you so much, you colossal dork,” you mumbled, smiling as you watched your boyfriend massage your feet. He sighed over dramatically, “the things I do for you, and what do I get in return? Insulted!”

You laughed, “dork is an endearing term. You’re my dork.”

He grinned widely, crawling up to kiss you lightly, “and you’re mine.”

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