More Than Likely MGG Fanfiction

Singer. Writer. Extremely blunt and honest feminist. Lover of tea, cats, music, and Matthew . Wattpad: __msgrace__ 4/19/17 The 1975 ✨

[nonomella-deactivated20171016]

Coraline is a masterfully made film, an amazing piece of art that i would never ever ever show to a child oh my god are you kidding me

[cthullhu-deactivated20170910]

Nothing wrong with a good dose of sheer terror at a young age

[whatthecurtains]

“It was a story, I learned when people began to read it, that children experienced as an adventure, but which gave adults nightmares. It’s the strangest book I’ve written”

-Neil Gaiman on Coraline

[greenbryn]

@nightlovechild

[lierdumoa]

This is a legit psychology phenomenon tho like there’s a stop motion version of Alice and Wonderland that adults find viscerally horrifying, but children think is nbd. It’s like in that ‘toy story’ period of development kids are all kind of high key convinced that their stuffed animals lead secret lives when they’re not looking and that they’re sleeping on top of a child-eating monster every night so they see a movie like Coraline and are just like “Ah, yes. A validation of my normal everyday worldview. Same thing happened to me last Tuesday night. I told mommy and she just smiled and nodded.”

[wahbegan]

Stephen King had this whole spiel i found really interesting about this phenomenon about how kids have like their own culture and their own literally a different way of viewing and interpreting the world with its own rules that’s like secret and removed from adult culture and that you just kinda forget ever existed as you grow up it’s apparently why he writes about kids so much

[12drakon]

An open-ended puzzle often gives parents math anxiety while their kids just happily play with it, explore, and learn. I’ve seen it so many times in math circles. We warn folks about it.

[gokuma]

Neil Gaiman also said that the difference in reactions stems from the fact in “Coraline” adults see a child in danger - while children see themselves facing danger and winning

[sometimesrosy]

i never saw so much push back from adults towards YA literature as when middle aged women started reading The Hunger Games. They were horrified that kids would be given such harsh stories, and I kept trying to point out the NECESSITY of confronting these hard issues in a safe fictional environment.

[jewishdragon]

Also, in an interview, he said that Coraline was partially based on a story his not yet 6 year old daughter would tell him 

SAGAL: No. I mean, for example, your incredibly successful young adult novel “Coraline” is about a young girl in house in which there’s a hole in the wall that leads to a very mysterious and very evil world. So when you were a kid, is that what you imagined?

GAIMAN: When I was a kid, we actually lived in a house that had been divided in two at one point, which meant that one room in our house opened up onto a brick wall. And I was convinced all I had to do was just open it the right way and it wouldn’t be a brick wall. So I’d sidle over to the door and I’d pull it open.

(SOUNDBITE OF LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Right.

GAIMAN: And it was always a brick wall.

SAGAL: Right.

GAIMAN: But it was one of those things that as I grew older, I carried it with me and I thought, I want to send somebody through that door. And when I came to write a story for my daughter Holly, at the time she was a 4 or 5-year-old girl. She’d come home from nursery. She’d seen me writing all day. So she’d come and climb on my lap and dictate stories to me. And it’d always be about small girls named Holly.

SAGAL: Right.

GAIMAN: Who would come home to normally find their mother had been kidnapped by a witch and replaced by evil people who wanted to kill her and she’d have to go off and escape. And I thought, great, what a fun kid.

[wetwareproblem]

“Fairy tales do not give the child his first idea of bogey. What fairy tales give the child is his first clear idea of the possible defeat of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon.” - G. K. Chesterton

[brawltogethernow]

Being a child is fucking horrifying: 2/10 would not do again.

[graciegubler]

I watched Coraline as a child when I was about 7/8. By this point in my life I was already well versed in paranormal subcultures and had indulged in many psychological thrillers/horror films with no problem. It didn’t matter if I watched them at 5 PM or 3 AM, they never scared me. HOWEVER, Coraline is the one film I can’t get out of my head. I have only ever seen it once, ten years ago, and I REFUSE to watch it to this day. Nothing else scares me; literally nothing. But, there is something about that film that haunts me. I actually purchased it when I was 12 for a sleepover, detertmined to get through it because I remembered it being so much similar to Tim Burton films, which I adored and still do, but it never made it out of the container. In the middle of my sleepover I ran into my moms room in the middle of the night and begged her to hide it somewhere or throw it away — to this day I don’t know what she did with it. As a grown woman I still have a very real fear and disdain for this film. To put it into perspective how ridiculous that is; i have the ability to sense and see spirits, I study serial killers as a hobby, and I tour haunted places and ghost hunt in the dead of night for fun. Someone please explain to me why I find this film so terrifying?

[spencereidings]

why is spencer reid so pretty. what is his secret

[cherrywineandmagic]

I heard tears give you nice skin and he’s had a shitty life so I suspect he cries himself til he’s pretty

[graciegubler]

Why is Matthew so big yet so smol? How does he do it? What is his secret.

[reidmemymo]

IF Spencer goes back to his old self ummmm I love him and all but can we pleaaase keep his dom, angry side and see more of it. Ok thanks

[beautifultimesofbrooklynndean]

It’s kinda of super ridiculously hot, right? 😍😍😍😍

[reidmemymo]

only the hottest shit I’ve ever seen, yeah, basically ! 🙈😩♥️

[hotchnerfuckmeup]

Fuck me up Daddy am I right??

[graciegubler]

I have found my people

[graciegubler]

Mind Over Matter (MGG) - Chapter 2

The next day, Spencer woke up with a strange feeling in her gut. It was early morning, and she tossed and turned as she clutched her stomach. Something was making her feel extremely anxious, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She checked her phone several times to make sure that something hadn't happened to Matthew or one of her friends, she went through every social media notification she had, even the old ones, to make sure she hadn't missed anything. When she found nothing, she decided that she better just shrug it off for now and go on with the day. She got up and looked sleepily in the mirror. She pulled her long, frizzy, curly hair into a knot on top of her head, not really wanting to deal with it today. Spencer rummaged through her disorganized, messy closet till she found a pair of black skinny jeans. She pulled them on and went looking for a clean t shirt. When she couldn't find one, she settled on her oversized, gray hoodie from Pink. She didn't bother with makeup for the day as she quickly grabbed her bag and headed out the door. Once she was in the car, her mom instantly began her morning rant about how her sister wouldn't get ready, how her older brother wouldn't get up, and how agitating everyone at her job was sure to be today. She just nodded along and quietly agreed on whatever she felt her mom wanted her to. Before long, they pulled up to the high school, and the strange feeling returned to Spencer's stomach as she stepped out of the car and started walking towards the building. She looked up at the old, towering building as she made her way up. The feeling was starting to annoy her. Not so much that it was there, just that she didn't know why it was. She reached her English class just as the bell sounded. She liked her first hour, it had most of her friends in it and the teacher was awesome. She threw her bag on the ground and set behind her desk as everyone continued to chatter away. They never really did much in the class, and it was more review than anything. Across the room, Shae was talking to Tinika about her boyfriend Nathan. And Tinika, being single, just brushed most of it off. Tinika looked in Spencer's direction for confirmation, and Spencer agreed, without even flinching, that it was sortve annoying to hear about someone else's relationship when you're single. No one knew about Matthew, not even Tinika, who happened to be Spencer's best friend. And because of that, lying had become second nature to her. She didn't hide him because she thought her friends would judge her, in fact that was the least of her worries. Tinika had swooned over him just as much as she had in the past, so the acceptance part wasn't the problem. It was the fact that she didn't want to share him. He was her little secret, and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could. The morning dragged on, and seemed almost endless. She could tell it was going to be another one of those days. A day that was just going to be horrible no matter what kind of outlook you had on it. To her surprise, Matthew interrupted her lunch with a text. This was confusing to Spencer, because she should be at work and not have the time. "Hey baby girl." She quickly grabbed her phone as her frenemy Kennedy glanced at the the banner. She tried to ignore everyone's suspicious eyes as she quickly responded. "Aren't you supposed to be working?" Spencer questioned. Almost immediately, she saw that he was typing, and felt bad for snapping. "Ouch. And no, I have a few days off." Spencer's stomach did another turn as she read that. He never had a few days off in the middle of filming. Only Sundays, which he always had off, and the occasional Tuesday or Wednesday, but never several in a row. "Who'd you piss off?" She questions. "No one, I just told them I needed a few personal days." "What the hell do you need personal days for?" The longer she typed, the more angry and suspicious she got. Matthew never took personal days. He didn't need them. His sister and her family lived in the same area he did, and he saw the rest of his family who were four hours away on breaks. There was no reason for him to just drop everything and not show up. Her mind started to race as she immediately went to the worse possibilities. Maybe he was seeing someone else. Maybe she wasn't the only one. Her heart dropped as she thought about this. It made complete sense to her. She had never been enough for anyone else, why would he be the exception? "Spencer? Spencer!" Kennedy called, snapping her out of her trance. "What?" Spencer looked up and responded as cooly as possible. "Eat. It's almost time to go." Kennedy said as she motioned to her tray that was still full of pasta. "I'm not hungry." She said suddenly, pushing it back. It was true, she'd lost her appetite during her and Matthew's conversation. She heard her phone chime with his response, but she cleared it without reading it. She spent the rest of the lunch period just staring at her food, trying not to cry while the chatter around her continued. Her legs shook as she stood to dump her tray and make her way to french class. She crossed her arms over her chest as she climbed he stairs, and heard her phone chime again. She turned it on silent as she reached the third floor landing. She kept her head down and tried to steady her breathing as she walked into the class and sat next to Shae. "You okay, babe?" Shae asked in a concerned tone. "Yeah, I'm fine." Spencer responded quietly before sitting down and groaning. "I'm just tired." "I'm dead inside." Shae responded. "That too." She added with a small, forced laugh. She is put her phone face up on her desk to see the small banner with his name pop up. "What's going on with you today?" She rolled her eyes at the text and cleared it as well. By the time six period came around, she had received five more texts from Matthew. The first few were basically a rephrased version of his original question, and the last two were more animal memes with horrible puns. Spencer sat at her normal desk in history, filled with dread when she saw there was a sub and it was a free day. She had no homework, nothing to keep her busy, so the only thing to do was be on her phone. Which sucked, because that's where he was as well. "There's someone else, right?" She impulsively sent. Instantly, she got a response. "No." She rolled her eyes. "Then why the fuck do you need personal days if there isn't?" "I can't tell you that." "Yeah, you can't cos there's someone else." "For gods sake, Spencer! There isn't anyone else!" "Then tell me why you need them!" He didn't respond to that text, and Spencer had the sudden urge to throw her phone across the room and run out crying. But instead of causing a scene, she took a deep breath, and stayed routed in her seat and her head down. Thankfully, the bell rang only minutes later, and she was off to her last class of the day. She didn't say a word as she sat at her seat and pulled out her notebook. Spencer spent the majority of the hour staring out the window on the opposite wall. It was dark outside, and the trees blew wildly in the wind as rain beat down hard. "Fitting weather for such a shitty day." She thought. She glanced up at the clock, just a few more minutes left before she could go home and sleep. When the bell rings, she slings her bag over her shoulder and darts for the busses. She's almost there when she spots someone across the street. At first glance, he looked exactly like Matthew. She does a double take, but when she looks back in that direction, no one is there. "You're crazy, he's not here." She convinced herself as she shakes her head and climbs on. None the less, she peers out the window, scanning the sidewalks. The rain soaks through her sweatshirt as she walks up to her house and pushes the door open with her shoulder. She's surprised to find everyone except her brother already home . Without as much as a hello, she goes back to her room and changes. She puts on a comfy, off the shoulder, long sleeved grey top with plain black leggings. She lets her hair out of her bun, and it falls in damp curls over her shoulder. She slips her feet into her gray slippers just as her phone dings. She grabs it off her bed post to find it's Matthew again, and the text confuses her. "Are you home?" She hesitantly responds. "Yeah, why?" He types for a few seconds before she gets an answer. "Do you trust me?" "Why do you want to know?" "Just answer the question." She thinks about it for two seconds before sending the message back. "I guess." The text is instantly marked as read, but he doesn't begin to type another one. She walks out of her room and shuts the door behind her, confused as she stands in the back of the hall. Seconds later, there's a knock at the door, and the dog begins to bark and growl. It's at that moment that she realizes why he's been acting so weird, why he took the personal days, and why he couldn't tell her why he did so. At the front of the hall, she watches her father make his way to the door as he shushes the dog. She suddenly feels as if she's been paralyzed, rooted to the spot where she stood as her heart thumped so violently that she could hear it in her ears. She closed her eyes, and listened as he opened the door. Hoping, praying with everything in her that it wasn't who she thought it was. "Can I help you?" She heard her fathers voice as the dog calmed down. There was a very long pause before the other person gave a response. "Is Spencer here?" Her stomach dropped as she heard his voice, and took off down the hall. She stopped in the archway momentarily, takin in the sight of the man who she'd spoken to for months. Her father looked between them, extremely confused. "What are you doing here?!" Spencer asked urgently, making her way over to Matthew and getting between them quickly. "What the hell are you doing here?! Are you crazy?! Do you want to be killed?!" She spoke to him in a very hushed, panicked tone. Her father called for her mom to come out to the living room, and Spencer turned just in time to see her jaw drop. She knew exactly who he was. Her father looked from her mother, to them, and then back to her. His jaw clenched as he looked up at Matthew. "Get the hell out of my house." He spat, then fixed his gaze on Spencer. "And you," he paused as if he was silently debating what to say, "get out." •.     •.     •.     •.     •.     •.  Ten minutes and a lot of screaming later, Spencer found herself on her front lawn as the rain sprinkled down on her head. She looked around, panicked, as she walked down the sidewalk looking for any sign of Matthew. As her father pushed him out the door, and she ran back to her room to grab what she could, she yelled at him to not leave. To not leave her here. As Spencer turned the corner by the school parking lot, a crash of thunder sounded overhead, and the rain began to pour down once more. She looked around anxiously as she tried to shield her face with her hands. Across the lot, under the awning, she spotted Matthew standing outside a small, blue car. He towered in comparison to it. She felt nothing but fear in that moment. Pure, raw terror, and for a moment she was cemented to her spot as the rain beat down on her. Then, without warning, she felt her feet carrying her toward him. Within moments she was under the awning, standing in front of the very tall man she couldn't believe was there. For several long seconds, they just stared at each other. Not a word between them, neither knowing what to say exactly. It had all happened so fast, it becoming a blur in Spencer's mind already. "Get me out of here." She blurred out. She felt her heart race in her chest when the words left her mouth. She felt a lump in her throat a second later, and a few tears fell down her face as she repeated the words. "Just get me out of here." Her shoulders began to shake as she fell into Matthew's arms. He caught her instinctively, and held her soaking wet frame close to him as she cried into his shirt. "It's okay, baby girl. It's all going to be okay."

[graciegubler]

Waking Up - Terrible Things Ficlet 02

Backstory: This one is a little different. It happens in an alternate version of the story in an alternate plot line I've played with. This is a demo scene, to see how it would've gone. In this scene, Riley is 15. The same age as she is in "Hold Onto Me", so I imagine this scene would have been in an alternate/rewritten version of the book. Inspired by the song "Waking Up (acoustic)" by PVRIS. Sarah opened the door slowly and looked into the dim room. On the bed, she saw the thin silhouette of Riley rise up on the bed. She sighed inward when she saw her. She wished Riley would tell them when she was here, yet she understood why she didn't most of the time. Softly, she closed the door again, careful not to wake her. She folded her arms over her chest as she walked down the hallway towards Brendon's office. She leaned on the doorway for a few moments before clearing her throats and gaining his attention. "Riley's here." She stared blankly. "Did you know that?" Brendon turned around slowly in his chair, and sadly shook his head. He gave a small shrug too as he turned back around and continued working on his computer. "That's the third time this week." He said in an observant tone. "Ryan must really be bad." "Why don't we just take her? He can't take care of her, she isn't safe there, I know she doesn't eat -" "He would have to hand over custody, Sarah." Brendon cut her off. "And you know just as well as I do that he isn't about to do that. Hell, he'd kill her if he knew she was here." "He might anyway." Sarah said as her eyes went to the clock. "Is getting late, he'll wonder where she is." Brendon turned in his chair to look at it too. She was right. It was a quarter till eight, meaning she should have been home from school almost five hours ago. Ryan would be livid when she got back. "Is she sleeping?" Brendon asked. Sarah nodded. "It appears so." She responded. Brendon gave her a look with his eyes, one that she near instantly shook her head at. "Oh. Oh, no. I'm not going to go wake that poor girl up and tell her that she has to go home. Nope. Not today, you have to." She said, holding her hands up as she turned on her heel and began to walk back down the hallway. Brendon sat in his chair, in the quiet for a few moments, groaning inwardly as he finally got up. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he slowly made his way down the hallway. When he reached her door, he reached out and tried to turn the knob, only to find it wouldn't budge. He groaned again, she'd locked herself inside. "Sarah?" He called down the hall. "What?" She answered instantly as he made his way to the kitchen in a quicker pace. He leaned into the room as he spoke to her. "Did you open the door, or did you see her walk into the house?" He asked quickly. "I opened the door, why?" She questioned. Brendon gave an exasperated sigh. "Sarah, you can't do that." He says in a forcibly calm voice. "Why not?" "Because that's what he does." He explains vaguely. "He comes into her room at night and watches her sleep. She must've gotten freaked out when you opened the door and locked herself in. That's the only way she can sleep sometimes." "Oh." She retorted quietly. Brendon didn't respond, immediately getting distracted once he noticed that she was packing some roast beef and mashed potatoes into a clear Tupperware bowl. "What are you doing?" He asked. Her face hardened and her tone got more serious in her response. "You are insane if you think I'm not sending that poor girl home without food." She spoke in a passionate voice, bordering on anger. "I hate sending her home as it is, I'm not sending her back hungry." She said as she stomped over to the front door where her messenger bag was and stuck the container in. At that moment, the phone rang, causing both of them to jump. Sarah headed over to the counter, looked at the number and didn't skip a beat before picking it up. "Hello?" She asked. "Is she there? Tell me she's there I need to know she's there." On the other end was Ryan, and he sounded like he had either just woken up or was in tears, both weren't illogical to assume. With a sigh, Sarah answered him. "Yes, Ryan, she -" "I-I just woke up and I didn't realize how late it was and she's not here and I don't know where she is. I need to know where she is -" "Ryan, honey, relax, she's here." Sarah quickly cut him off. Part of her was relieved he was upset and worried about her, it meant he wasn't going to lash out tonight. He needed her help. If he was in his right mind, he wouldn't have bothered looking for her. He would've just waited for her to come home and lord knows what would've happened next. "Can you bring her home? Please, I need her to come home." He sounded hysterical, and was practically begging. "Yes, one of us will bring her home as soon as we can. Why do you need her?" She asked in a very calm voice, trying to get him to calm down as well. "I just need her to come home." He vaguely said, his voice cracking through the whole sentence. "Okay, okay." She said and paused, making sure he calmed down again. "Well have her home very soon, okay? Just sit tight." She reassured him. "Okay." "Okay." She said and hung up. She turned to Brendon, and folded her arms again. "We need to get her back quickly. He's hysterical." "Thank god." Brendon said with a sigh of relief. "I feel awful for thinking it's good he's in this mental state." Sarah admits. Brendon shrugs. "Don't. It's either he's like this, or he beats the shit out of her. It's better this way." He says matter-of-factly as he turns and walks back to her room. Without hesitation, he bangs hard on the door. He waits a moment, and listens for stirring on the other side before knocking again. "Riley? It's time to get up! Ryan's freaking out! You have to go home!" He calls through the door. A moment later, the door swings open to reveal a small girl, about five feet tall, with shoulder length, white blonde hair and faded blue tips. She was dangerously thin, and had red circles around her sunken eyes. Her lips were a pale color, and her overall appearance was sickly and full of exhaustion. Brendon tried to look away from the scars up and down her arms and on the strip of her stomach that shown between her tank top and joggers that hung loosely on her thin hips. "Give me a minute, okay?" Riley asked in a glum, tired voice. Brendon nodded, and allowed her to close the door as he walked back into the living room and waited. About five minutes later, Riley emerged from the hallway. She now wore a loose sweatshirt over her tank top, and old, dirty, black and white slip on vans. She'd worn those shoes almost every day since she got them in seventh grade, and by now, in sophomore year, they were barely held together by a thread and probably school glue. Brendon and Sarah had offered to by her new shoes and clothes several times, but she refused to take anything from them. Which is why Sarah had to always sneak food into her bag. "Ready?" Brendon asked as she threw her back over her shoulder without looking inside. She nodded, and waved a goodbye to Sarah before they walked out the door. The car ride to Riley and Ryan's apartment was quiet, and went by way too fast for her liking. Once they pulled into the parking lot, Riley scanned the lot out of habit, looking for a specific, black care in particular. To her relief, she didn't see it as they rounded the complexes till they got to hers. Brendon pulled up outside their complex and unlocked the door, but Riley couldn't bring herself to get out just yet. She sat back in the seat, and took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. "Eight hours." Is all she said. "Hm?" Brendon asked. She opened her eyes and looked over at him as she answered. "Eight hours. That's how much sleep I've gotten in the past five days, counting today." She revealed. "He's been that bad, huh?" He asked. She nodded slowly. "Every night he wakes up screaming from nightmares, has a seizure, tries to hurt himself, or all of the above. I don't sleep. I can't afford to." She took a shaky breath. "I'm afraid if I go to sleep, he'll be dead when I wake up."

[lhpride]

Harry just followed this guy on twitter who shared this video two hours ago

[graciegubler]

This is and always will be the best video on the internet

[oreoball16]

just a quick reminder that Matthew Gray Gubler has had sex before

[graciegubler]

Yep and it wasn't with me THANKS FOR THE REMINDER 🙃

[reiding-and-writing]

Help I’ve been writing for a year and a half and I still can’t write a series to save my life

[reiding-and-writing]

This isn’t me just complaining I seriously need help how do y'all do it I need tips

[ssajenniferjareau]

tbh i just wing it sometimes but it’s best to plan out the plot and then split it into a different plan for each chapter and then just kinda let it flow u feel me ?? and u need some filler chapters and little storylines in it too bc i’ve written a few longer stories but not published them and the best ones were the ones i planned out well. i hope this made sense!!! good luck (:

[graciegubler]

See planning works for some people, but what worked for me when I wrote my series on wattpad was just to sit/lay there, write, and see where it takes you. Yeah planning can be a good idea but a lot of the time your characters don't wanna go with that plan (I sound crazy) and they change. Just sit there and start writing and see where it takes you, man ❤️

[graciegubler]

Cover of the new Matthew book! Available both here and on wattpad!! Wattpad: __msgrace__

[graciegubler]

Mind Over Matter (MGG) - Chapter 1

Spencer stared out the window as her history teacher droned on and on in the same monotone voice. The sky was gray, overcast as small droplets of rain began to dot the glass. The newly budding tree branches swayed in the gusts as thunder rattled off in the distance. The scenery outside made her feel even more exhausted than usual, and she fought the temptation to rest her head on her arms and drift off. "World War One, also known as The War To End All Wars, was started by nothing more than an assassination." Mr. Baker stared blankly as he looked up from the book on his desk. He was a large man, in his mid to late fifties, with gray, thinning hair on his head and a matching beard. Spencer flipped her long, dark, curly hair over her shoulder as she rested her chin on her hand. She stared emotionlessly at the wall behind him, trying to make pictures out of the textures. Bored, she thought of what she wanted to do for the rest of the day. A nap sounded the best, then again, sleep was always the best option for her. She glanced at her phone that laid face-up beside her book. She had the brightness on it's lowest setting, meaning she had to squint in order to tell if the screen was on or not. She'd been staring at it off and on for the past hour, waiting for a text that was due at that time but never came. Spencer hated when he did this, even though she knew it wasn't on purpose. They probably just ran a little long and that's why she hadn't heard from him yet, but it still made her feel uneasy. Like he'd forgotten about her already. She wouldn't be surprised if he had. Spencer never got much attention from boys. Her whole life she had always been seen as second best to them. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't pretty either. She wasn't poor, but she wasn't the richest girl in school either. She had always had the feeling that she was just exceedingly average, and that's how she viewed herself. Average, nothing special. The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Spencer slowly stood, straightened her clothes, and threw her backpack over her shoulders. As if on cue, she felt her phone vibrate in her hands as she made her way out into the hallway. Her heart leapt as she held it up to see more clearly, and steered out of the crowds and over towards the wall. A smile creeped across her face as she read the name on the screen in small, black letters; Matty, followed by black and read heart emojis. 'How's my baby girl doing today?' She read the message in his voice inside her head, and her mood immediately lightened up. 'I've had better...' She responded hesitantly, knowing she was probably going to get some long, sappy text in return. But she sent it anyway, because after all, he was the only person she could really be honest to. To her surprise, she didn't get a novel back, just him asking what had happened. She was about to text back when the warning bell rang. She couldn't be late to math, and even though Mrs. White was her favorite teacher, she was very blunt about how much she hated tardiness. 'I have to go. Math. I'll text you as soon as I get out.' She quickly sent before turning her phone on silent and sticking it in her jacket pocket. Spencer was in the class just as the bell rang, and Mrs. White laughed jokingly about how she barely made it in. Spencer gave a small smile and laugh in return, knowing if she didn't Mrs. White would assume she hurt her feelings in some way. She grabbed the group quiz off the table, and went to sit with a group of girls she knew as Jordan, Katie, and Kat. Normally, she sat at a table by herself, but when you had the option to work in a group she chose them. They were nice enough to her and it was easy to get the work done quickly. Spencer gave them a smile as she sat down, and they immediately started bitching about everything and everyone possible. Jordan went on and on about her boyfriend, who was a the schools top marijuana dealer, and how he always kept giving her hickeys in places where she was afraid her mother would see them. Katie went on about the scab in her hairline, and how her brother allegedly busted her head open by slamming her head on a bed post (Spencer's best friend Tinika had told her the real story). And Kat, like Spencer, mostly stayed silent unless she needed help with one of the questions. They got done with five minutes of class time to spare, and her mind drifted back to Matthew near instantly. She fought the urge to pull her phone out of her pocket and see if he'd texted her back. Ultimately, she decided not to. Mrs. White would take it away if she saw it out, and with only a few minutes to go, it wasn't really worth it. As soon as the final bell rang, she was speeding out of the class, pulling her phone out as she did so. She glanced it as she walked towards the stairs leading to the busses parked outside. Spencer loathed riding the bus. It was too full of people that were too loud, didn't know how to shower or the meaning of dental hygiene, and had no idea what personal space was. The moment she was across the lawn and into a seat, she looked at them more closely. 'Okay. Talk to you then. Love you.' Was the last on the list, indicating that was the first one sent back. Over the course of the hour, he had sent her several memes that contained animal puns so horrible they made her laugh. 'Matthew Gubler' She responded with that and two laughing emojis. 'YES! IT WORKED!' She laughed at his response, imaging him jumping up from his chair and yelling in his voice that probably went up two octaves. 'Can you call me later? After everyone's asleep? I really need to see you.' She asked randomly, praying this was one of the nights he didn't have any plans. 'Of course, baby girl.' She blushed when he sent that back. That pet name always made her do so. The bus had now stopped at the middle school across the lot from her house. She threw her bag back on and exited quickly, walking through the lot and around the corner to where she saw her fathers car parked. She groaned inwardly. Him home early was never a good sign, but in all reality, nothing was ever really good when it came to him. Spencer walked up to the door to find it still open, and shut it behind her as she walked through. She walked quietly back to her room, trying to make sure she didn't disturb whatever he was doing and give him a reason to yell at her. She softly shut her door, and fell face first onto her bed. For a few minutes she dozed, until she was woken up by the sound of her fathers strained voice. He was yelling, and pissed off, it was apparent in the way he sounded. His voice always got very high and ridiculous sounding. Fearing it was over her little sister, Spencer quickly jumped up and walked out into the living room. She saw her father standing in the doorway of the kitchen in his underwear, as she suspected, yelling at her sister. Her younger sister Hannah, was autistic and because of that, would fixate on things. She had fixated on a juice box, and because she wasn't allowed to have another one, was caught in a scream batted with their father. Spencer tried her best to calm her sister down, but it didn't help at all. She just continued to demand he get her the juice box, and being the impatient man he was, he finally stomped back to her mother and his bedroom to get one. And when he came back out, he pelted it as hard as he could at her small head. Luckily, he missed by a few inches, and busted open on the wall beside her. "DAD! WHAT THE HELL?!" She yelled without thinking. Her father turned to her, a look that could kill in his eyes. Knowing what was about to come, and that she had already said to much, she decided to just keep on. "ARE YOU INSANE? YOU COULD HAVE HURT HER!" "Don't talk to me like that, girl!" He automatically snapped back. Spencer clenched her teeth as he spoke. Girl. She hated that term. "Why shouldn't I?" She spit. He cocked his eyebrow and his eyes got bigger. "Now what kind of respect is that, young lady?" He asked. She clenched her jaw again. Yet another phrase that she hated. "I have no respect for you." She said sharply, motioning to her sister who was laying in tears on the floor. "She is a child!" She exclaimed. "A special needs child! She doesn't know any better! She isn't going to learn this way! -" "Well she won't listen to me any other way!" "It doesn't matter." She said sharply. "You don't do that to a child. And especially not one who mentally cannot help it!" She grit her teeth and held the tears back as she stormed past him, and over to her sister. She picked her up and balanced her small frame on her hip before carrying her back to her room. Once in it, she gave her a coloring book to cheer her up, and went to go clean up the mess, knowing her father wouldn't do it. When she came back out, he was still staring at her with that look. She chose to act like she didn't see it as she walked into the kitchen and got paper towels and some cleaner. As she attempted to walk past him, he roughly grabbed her around the upper arm, and yanked her over to him. "You apologize to me right now you little bitch." He spat through a clenched jaw. "No." Spencer stated without emotion on her face or in her voice. "And if you don't let me go right now, I will call the police and tell them everything you've ever done to us. That is a promise." She added. At that, his grip immediately loosened, and she yanked her arm back out of his grasp. She heard him walk back to his room as she turned her back. As soon as she heard the door click shut, she couldn't help but cry. She tried to do so softly, so he didn't come back out and cause more trouble. She cleaned up the mess and exploded box as quickly as possible, before wiping her hands on her jeans and heading back to her room. The first thing she did was pick up her phone, and go to her and Matthew's messages. 'Can you call me now, please? It's urgent.' She typed through the tears and sent without a second thought. A moment later, she saw he had read it, and within a minute her phone was vibrating on her bed. She quickly wiped the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand as she held the phone up to answer. She accepted the call, and immediately a very familiar face appeared on the screen. He had a very angled and chiseled structure, and lightly tanned skin. He had a mustache on his lip that had scruff slowly starting to fill in around it. His hair was a light brown, and in loose curls that hung a little below his chin. His big, brown eyes were behind the lenses of his black, half framed, square glasses. The smile he initially wore turned into one of concern when he saw her face. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked cautiously. His voice was another very attractive quality. It was on the higher side, but still masculine. It had a rasp to it and cracked often, probably due to smoking, but she found it adorable. She bit her lip to keep it from quivering and shook her head as she tried to ignore her blotchy reflection in the mirror. Her body shook as she willed herself to not cry in front of him. "It's your dad, isn't it?" He guessed. She nodded quickly and a few more tears fell. "What this time?" He asked. She took a deep breath as she tried to meet his gaze to explain. "It's my sister." She started. "She wanted this damn juice box that she couldn't have. Of course she wouldn't shut up about it, cos of, ya know." Matthew nodded. She sighed "And he just got really mad again and chucked a box at her head, and he threw it so hard that when it hit the wall it exploded. It was inches away from her, Matty, inches." She couldn't continue, she had broken down again. On the other end, Matthew sat in his office, shaking his head and trying to figure out what to say. "I'm sorry, baby." Is all he could get out as he sat there in contemplation. "I wish there was something I could do." She nodded as she grabbed some tissues off her nightstand to wipe her eyes. "Yeah, I wish there was something you could do too." She said through sniffles. "Hey!" Matthew pipes up in a lot happier of a tone, gaining her attention. "What?" She asked starting to calm down a little. "If I remember correctly, it was someone's birthday yesterday." He hints. Spencer feels her face go red again. So, he did remember. "Happy late birthday, baby girl." He said with a small smile. She gave a small laugh. "16. I feel old." She stated. That earned a scoff from him. "Haha, shut up." He said jokingly. Just then, she heard the front door open, along with the sounds of her dog barking, and her sister announcing that it was Mom. "I've got to go." She said quickly. Matthew's smile turned into an over dramatic frown. "Oh." He said sadly. "I love you." He added as Spencer went to hang up. She gave a small smile. "I know."

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Baseball Bats and Revolvers: Terrible Things Ficlet 01

This scene only makes sense if you’ve read all three of the Terrible Things (Ryden) books on wattpad. Takes place between the end of book three and the epilogue. Isaac is currently 6. Link to Book One : http://my.w.tt/UiNb/spHnXdsPQC

Riley stared out the living room window, a smile played across her face as she gazed out upon the front lawn. On the green grass knelt a average sized man with dark hair and tattoos all over his body. He was in front of a thin, blonde haired little boy who lazily drug a heavy baseball bat behind him.

She watched as Jesse took a toothpick out of his mouth and held a baseball up in front of the boys face. She heard his voice carry quietly through the open window as she watched.

“The secret of this game is that you never take your eye off the ball. You gotta watch where it’s going, and how fast it’s going, so you can guess when to swing.” He informs him. He puts the toothpick back in his mouth before waving his hand in the direction of the bat.

“Put that down, son, you don’t need to be lugging that around right now. You’ll throw your arm out of socket and your mother will kill me.” He jokes. Without question, Isaac let it fall to the ground with a thud.

“Okay, now you take several steps back, I’ll take a few, and we’ll just start with catch okay? I throw the ball, you catch it, and then you throw it back.” Jesse explains as he backs up. Isaac nods and takes several steps back, so there’s about 10 yards between them.

“What’s he doing?” Riley turns around to see Ryan standing behind the couch. She motions for him to come over to her, and he sits in the chair beside her.

“He’s teaching him how to play baseball.” She informs him as she slings an arm over his shoulders. Ryan brings his head down and rests it on her shoulder. She runs a hand through his dark hair as she watches Jesse lightly through the ball, and Isaac catch it.

“Is Leslie still sleeping?” Riley asked him. Ryan hummed a yes. They sat in silence and just watched for a while, before Ryan spoke up again.

“When are you due?” He asked casually. Rileys head snapped over to him, her eyes wide.

“How’d you know about that?” She questioned. He picked his head up off her shoulder and motioned to her swollen stomach.

“It’s pretty hard to hide when you sit.” He stated blankly. “Do you know what it is yet?”

“No, it’s not developed enough to know.”

“What do you want?” Riley shrugged.

“I don’t care.”

“When are you going to tell them?” He asked, referencing Isaac and Leslie.

“I don’t think it matters when I do. They won’t really understand what’s happening.”

“Leslie won’t, Isaac will.”

“True.”

Riley directed her attention back to the lawn, where Isaac was trying his best to lift the bat, teetering on his feet as he did so, as if he was about to fall over. Without thinking, she got up and walked over to the window, knocking on the pane, gaining Jesse’s attention.

"Make sure he wears a helmet! I don’t want my baby getting a concussion cos you accidentally threw a ball too hard!” Jesse chuckles and waves it off.

"He’ll be fine, babe. Builds character.” He states. Riley rolls her eyes as she turns her back and walks to the kitchen to start making dinner, but Ryan stays in the living room, staring out the window. Riley glances over at him every once in a while, not knowing if he’s watching the boys or the dark clouds start to slowly roll in.

"It’s gonna storm tonight.” She finally tells him with a sigh. She looks back over her shoulder to see the expression on his face has fell. He hangs his head as he walks into the kitchen.

"Why do they scare you so much, anyway?” She asks abruptly. “They never did when I was little, and they didn’t while we were with Bren -” She stopped her sentence instantly. Ryan shooting her a look.

"Sorry.” She mumbled as she moved to put the pan in the oven. Since she’d gotten married, older, became a mom, all those things that just seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, she had had less and less of a filter about things. She spoke freely about her childhood to Jesse still, it getting easier to deal with every passing day. Ryan, too, was ultimately better. He wasn’t bed ridden, didn’t have violent outbursts, and could effectively communicate. The only thing that held him back was that “Baby Ryan” still made appearances. But, he was still uncomfortable about certain topics. Brendon was one of them.

There was an awkward silence between them for several very long moments before Ryan leaned against the wall and cleared his throat. Riley turned around and leaned her back against the counter. He looked at his feet as he began to speak.

"Brendon had a gun in his desk.” He said quietly. Riley crossed her arms over her chest.

"Did you know that?” He added as he looked up at her. She shook her head. All those nights she spent in Brendon’s office, she never once thought to go through the desk. She assumed it was empty except for maybe a few stray papers and a box of paper clips.

"He had um, a revolver in one of the drawers.” He struggled to continue. “God knows how many times he threatened to shoot me with it.” He shook his head and took a deep breath.

"And um, thunder sounds like gunshots sometimes -”

"Okay, okay, it’s okay. I get it.” Riley holds up her hand to stop him. They’re interrupted by the sounds of the front door swinging open and Isaac running in. He’s got his hand over his mouth, and Jesse is quick to follow him. Riley immediately motions to him and looks at Jesse.

"What’s up with him?” She asks accusingly. Jesse chuckles nervously as Isaac tries to sneakily get a paper towel behind his mom.

"See um, funny story…” He begins to explain, but is interrupted by the sound of the paper towel holder falling to the floor. Riley bends down to pick it up when she sees some blood start to drip down Isaac’s chin. She immediately rips his small hand away to find his mouth bloody.

"Jesse James!” She exclaimed as she roughly tilted Isaac’s head back and opened his mouth.

"It’s okay, babe, it’s just a tooth. One’ll replace it sooner or later.” He stated with a shrug. Riley peered into his mouth to see a bloody opening where his top, left front tooth used to be.

"Where’s it at?!” She asked nervously. Jesse shrugged again.

"I don’t know. Somewhere in the yard or in his stomach.”

"He could have eaten it?!” She responds panicked.

"For the love of god, honey, calm down. Everyone eats at least one of their teeth. He’ll be fine.” Riley shook her head as she wadded up a paper towel and told Isaac to hold it between his teeth.

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Tempted to change my tinder bio to you’re not Matthew Gray Gubler but you’ll do

[graciegubler]

Me af

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“if you don’t want me dancing in your exam room don’t give me awesome disposable shorts made of paper”

AHHASHDJF WHO IS THIS MAN

[graciegubler]

A fuckin gift

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happy monday i hope matthew gray gubler is having a good day

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I volunteer

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SINnamon roll

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Random Matthew Scene 01

Backstory : Spencer is a 16-year-old girl who just happened to fall in love with her celebrity crush over the Internet. After Matthew showed up at her house, her parents kicking her out, and Matthew bringing her home with her, he’s left to deal with her less-than-stellar mental state.

Matthew knocked softly on the door before pushing it open, standing half in the room, half in the hall as he gazed into the dark room illuminated by the small strip of light from the hallway. There she laid in his bed, curled up in a ball under the blankets, displaying an amplified sense of vulnerability. She clutched the blankets around her neck below her chin, telling herself she was trying to keep the cold air out when she, in all reality, wanted to feel safe. From what, she didn’t know.

He walked in quietly and turned one of the bedside lamps on, casting a yellowish glow on the room. Spencer tenses up beneath the blankets. Even though she hated to admit it, he terrified her. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

Matthew reached out and gently began to stroke her dark, wavy hair. She tried her best not to move as he did so, hoping he’d just think that she was sleeping and go away. The harder she tried, the more her eyelids seemed to uncontrollably flutter. For several long moments, he didn’t say anything.

“Baby, you need to wake up for a minute, okay?” He said calmly, as if he thought she was asleep. Spencer opened her eyes, and blinked a few times as they adjusted to the dim light. The skin around her dark eyes is red and puffy from crying, but dark and sunken in underneath from exhaustion.

"Will you sit up, please?” He asks. “We need to talk.” Her heart sunk at that moment. That couldn’t be good, it was never good when someone said they needed to talk. Especially to her. Every time her father set the family down for “a talk”, he ended up screaming at them and blaming them for everything. But still, she obliged and began to slowly sit up in the bed. She gripped the sheets on her lap and avoided eye contact with him. Matthew swung around and sat cross-legged on the bed in front of her. She continued to look down at her hands as she fought tears that were already forming for what seemed like no reason. He reached out and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Can you look at me, please?” He asked cautiously, trying not to trigger another meltdown even though he was sure one would follow anyway. Spencer instantly shook her head.

"Why not?” He questioned, not wanting to sound irritated or anything like that, merely just out of curiosity. She didn’t respond, so he repeated the question again. This time, with a little more sternness in his voice.

"Spencer,” he started slowly, “why will you not look at me?” Her lower lip started to involuntarily tremble when she heard the tone in his voice change.

"You’re mad at me.” She spoke in a whimper, her voice cracking as she did. Across from her, Matthew just gently shook his head.

"No, baby, I’m not mad at you. I have no reason to be mad at you.”

"Then why do you wanna talk to me?” She prods as she picks at a knot in the fabric.

"A few reasons.” He says with a sigh. “Firstly, because you haven’t really spoken to me, ate anything that I know of, or really gotten up in a few days -”

"I’m not hungry.” She cuts him off. Matthew makes a small humming noise as he tilts his head.

"See, I think that’s a lie -”

"I’m not lying.” She interrupts him again, this time a few tears starting to fall. She hated being called a liar, mostly because that’s what her father always accused her of being.

"I don’t think you know you’re lying.” Matthew picks back up. “I think your body needs food but it’s not telling you. Like, when you’re sick.”

"I’m not sick.”

"You’re not sick in that sense, babe.” He pauses for a response, but doesn’t get one.

"Which brings me to the second thing I wanted to talk to you about.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, not sure how to put the next part of what he has to say.

"I just got off the phone with Dr. Collins. Our psychiatrist.” Spencer looks up at him through her hair. “I told her about you, and everything that’s been going on since you got here, and -”

"I’m not crazy.” She stops him as she wipes some tears off her cheek.

"I know you’re not crazy, baby. I never said you were, you’ve just been through a lot. That’s all I’m saying.”

"I don’t want to go to therapy.”

"I know you don’t. So, here’s what I purpose.” He pauses again to reach out and tilt her chin up so her eyes meet his.

"We don’t go to her now.” He starts. “We wait this out a little while longer and see if you get better on your own. But, I agree with her on one thing.” Spencer searches his eyes for any hint at what comes next.

I told her how we don’t sleep in the same bed, how you don’t really speak and how you won’t let me touch you. She said that firstly, we need to establish some intimacy.“

"So,” he stares blankly, “you know I always give you a choice. I don’t like when you don’t have a choice, but, this next thing is not a request, this is me telling you what’s going to happen, okay?” He asks. Spencer tries her best to hold his gaze as she nods.

"We’re going to go downstairs, you’re gonna eat some noodle soup for me, okay?” Spencer nods. “Then, we’re going to come back up here, and we’re just gonna go to sleep.”

A few moments later, Matthew his helping her small, weak frame stand up and try to walk. He holds her hand and eases her down his narrow, spiral staircase. He kicks a random, lavender converse sneaker off one of the stairs as they get close to the bottom. Once they’re on the bottom floor, she begins to sway and he scoops her up in his arms and carries her to the kitchen.

She lays her head on the cool, marble countertop as he makes the soup. When it’s done, he makes her eat it all and refills her huge, pink water bottle that sits on nightstand, relieved that she’s at least drinking when he’s not keeping an eye on her.

He leads her back up the stairs, an arm around her waist and the other holding her hand. Once in her room he switches the overhead light on and the bedside lamp off. He tucks her in before walking over to the dimmer switch and bringing the lights way down. Not enough for the room to be pitch black, and just enough for a subtle, eerie, gothic glow.

Matthew strips before climbing into bed in his boxers. He keeps on his side, leaving plenty of room in the middle so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

Right as he’s settling in, an enormous clap of thunder shakes him awake. He stares at the dim ceiling as his heart beats out of his chest. After several long moments, it regulates again, and the blood stops pounding in his ears.

Next to him, Spencer lays in her spot, softly whimpering because of her secret fear of storms. Another loud bang sounds, causing her to involuntarily squeal.

"Baby…” Matthew sighs as he rolls into his side and reaches out to rub her arm. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He tries his best to calm her as he begins to drift off.

A bolt of lightening illuminates the room, causing Spencer to all out scream and cover her ears. He scoots over towards to the middle of the bed, and pulls her in towards him. He wipes the tears away with his thumb and gives her a gentle kiss on the head.