#matthewgublerxreader

pairings: matthew gubler x fem!reader

type: fluff

warnings: none besides cute stuff (:

word count: 804

author's note: hi! this is my first fic, and i'm more than excited to share this with you. i hope that you enjoy. feel free to leave feedback or constructive criticism (i haven't written in close to two years). i'd appreciate it if you would share this, as well! thank you! <3

You don't believe in love. You don't even believe in soulmates.

So as you're standing in line at your favorite caffe, the barista bringing what was supposed to be your order to the counter, you figure it's just a coincidence. A mishap of some sort, of course.

This stranger- this handsome stranger, at that, was reaching for that same cup of coffee as you. It probably didn't help that the barista called the order instead of your name

"Oh- I'm sorry, forgive me. I didn't know that you ordered a-"

"Cold brew? Yeah, I did. It's no big deal, though! You can take it. I don't mind waiting."

His smile was one that you'd probably offer on a sunny day, adding onto the warmth that would already be present. It was one that, if offered during different circumstances, you'd cave for sure. The man's smile was, as they say, a million dollar one.

That's not even counting his looks. The way his curls framed his face was almost surreal, glasses perched on his nose and framing eyes that were sure to stop anyone in their tracks. They were a dark brown, yes, but the gold in them made you want to crumble as the mysterious man's feet. And his light scruff-

You were getting ahead of yourself but who wouldn't? This man was the definition of a god complex. Yet, he looked so familiar. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

The trance you were in abruptly came to a screeching halt, the voice of the barista butting in and ending whatever moment you were in, "I'm so sorry about that. This coffee actually belongs to a... Matthew?"

Matthew. It had a nice ring to it.

"Oh- uh, thank you! Here."

Watching as Matthew took the cold brew from the young woman, he offered it over to you to which earned him a look of surprise and utter confusion. You went to decline his offer but had been interrupted by the handsome individual in front of you, "I insist?.."

"(Y/N). Thank you for that. I really don't mind waiting.", You took the coffee from his grip, earning a small smile from Matthew as he adjusted his glasses before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"It was no problem. I just hope you don't mind being 'Matthew' for a day. I wouldn't mind being '(Y/N)' seeing as you're really beautiful?", You couldn't help but giggle at the man's attempt at flirting, finding it rather flattering that he saw you as someone who was "beautiful." He rubbed the back of his neck while smiling meekly towards you with his cheeks glowing red. The honey like glow in his eyes shining the longer you two held contact.

"Hey, can you get a move on already? You're holding up the line."

The complaint, yet again, broke the trance you two seemed stuck in as you offered the individual a smile of apology before moving to the side. Matthew had begun to follow after you until that same barista called what was originally your order, "(Y/N)!"

"That's me.", You laughed quietly to yourself while watching his retreating figure return to the same spot he was mere seconds ago before returning back to you.

Glancing up at you, Matthew caught your eye to which you quickly covered your tracks by speaking, "It's not every day that I trade identities with a complete stranger."

This seemed to have caught him completely off guard, a chuckle escaping past his lips. Lips that seemed so kissable, yet-

“Believe it or not, I don't regret it. I've, uh, enjoyed talking to you. I'd love to talk more, actually. Get to know you a bit.", You were surprised by this. The same guy who was shy just a few minutes ago, cheeks bright and all, is now admitting that he wants to get to know you and that he's enjoyed talking to you. With confidence, too.

You'd be lying if you said your heart wasn't racing at this point. Or that you weren't shaking inside from the nerves that coursed through your body.

Collecting yourself and your thoughts, you answered Matthew while trying to imitate his confidence but failing miserably, "O-Of course! Yeah, I'd like that."

It was as if you had just told Matthew that you finally found the cure for cancer, his smile was wide and bright. You couldn't contain your smile for long at his excitement, and he quickly took notice to it.

“So, it's a date? Maybe?"

“It's a date."

And as you watched Matthew try to keep his cool, although failing miserably, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope within your chest. Hope that this could work out good for you for once. Hope that- well..