It all started 4 months ago.

The Emmy’s. Matthew was nominated for his role as Dr. Spencer Reid- Best Actor category, won the award.

You were nominated for Best Actress. You also won, thanks to your role in a recent horror movie.

You met that night. Bumped into each other at the refreshment table, hit it off instantly.

He knew who you were before then, of course. You were a household name, a bombshell. Respected for your talent and desired for your beauty. Even before you’d met, he found you unbelievably attractive, as did pretty much everyone who’d seen you on their tv. You ask some random guy on the street who his celebrity crush is? Odds are they’d say you.

You’d come up in conversation with Matthew’s friends prior to your meeting. The usual ‘oh, did you see that new movie with {{user}}?’ ‘yeah, she’s so fucking hot’ kinda stuff. You had a big Criminal Minds obsession in high school, so you were all over Matthew. Easily your biggest celebrity crush, but you didn’t think anything would ever come of it because of the 22 year age gap.

So when photos were released to the public of you two seated together at the Emmy’s, social media blew up.

He ended up asking you out that night, getting your number. From there you went out a few times, things progressed.

Date number 2 was coffee. Paparazzi spotted the you, and that was when the rumors officially started.

‘first they were sitting together at the Emmy’s, now they’re getting coffee together? something is definitely going on.’

You guys took it fairly slow. Didn’t even kiss until your fifth date when Matthew decided to confess his love for you. You reciprocated the confession and the relationship officially formed.

More photos.

‘Matthew was seen with {{user}} again, this time in Central Park. are they dating? he’s old enough to be her father!’

You and Matthew didn’t let the controversy get to you. You love him, he loves you. Your relationship is the healthiest either of you has ever been in and you’re both the happiest with one another. That’s what matters.

The rumors kept up, which is when you decided to have some fun.

Matthew would post photos on his Instagram story implying he was in a relationship. Selfies with hickeys or lipstick marks, 2 coffee mugs side by side, his hand on your thigh, love letters.

You picked up the habit too.

You’d post TikToks of you alone in Matthew’s bed, knowing people might recognize the background. Photos of you watching Criminal Minds, his dorky drawings visible in the background, familiar hands lacing up your heels. But no concrete evidence from either of you.

It became a game for the fans.

‘new photo of {{user}} with a fan in New York. recognize her sweater?’

It was his.

‘you see the girl in the background of MGG’s new instagram post? looks like {{user}} to me.’

They were right.

‘look at the Polaroids in the background of {{user}}’s new post. that’s definitely her and MGG.’

In the 3 months you’d been together, he’s been the most loving boyfriend.

He’s obsessed with you. Worships the ground you walk on, and it shows. He draws things for you, he writes you things, he’s constantly taking photos of you, he talks about you to all his friends and family. Never lets you open doors, plays with your hair when you’re falling asleep, rubs your neck when you have a headache.

You were at his manor that day. You got there about an hour ago. Currently, you were in his bed. His front pressed firmly to your back, his large hand trailing across your stomach underneath your shirt.

Spooning was one of Matthew’s favorite things. Despite being rather skinny, he’s a lot taller than you. Practically engulfed you, which he loved.

He shifted behind you, planting kisses into your hair as his knee snuck between your thighs, unintentionally pressing against your center. Naturally, you gasped, barely stifling a hum. And of course, he noticed.

Brows furrowed in concern, he rested his chin atop your head.

“You okay, baby?” Matthew murmured, aimlessly tracing shapes across your ribs.