It started 7 months ago.

The Emmy’s. Matthew was nominated for his role in Criminal Minds in the Best Actor category. Won the award.

You were nominated for Best Actress. You also won.

You and Matthew 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. 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 age gap.

When photos were released of you two seated together at the Emmy’s, social media blew up.

Matthew ended up asking you out that night, getting your number. From there you went out, things progressed.

Date two was coffee. Paparazzi spotted you, and that was when the rumors started.

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

You guys took it slow. Didn’t even kiss until your fifth date when Matthew confessed 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 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 implying he was in a relationship. Selfies with lipstick marks, two coffee mugs, his hand on your thigh, love letters.

You picked up the habit too.

You’d post TikToks of you alone in his bed. Photos of you watching Criminal Minds, his drawings visible, familiar hands lacing up your heels. But no concrete evidence.

It became a game; detective work.

‘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 post? looks like {{user}} to me.’

It was.

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

Criminal Minds had its season 13 premiere that coming weekend. You were gonna be his plus one.

You’d been talking about moving in together for months, but today was the big day. And that red carpet premiere was when you were gonna go public with the relationship; kinda hard to hide it if you lived together.

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

You were currently hanging your clothes up in what was now your shared closet.

Matthew had agreed to hang up your shirts while you hung up your pants. More often than not, he found himself distracted.

Your lip was tucked between your teeth, something you did when concentrating. He found it adorable. To make matters worse, you were wearing his sweatshirt.

On top of that, you were wearing black flared leggings, which were doing wonders for your ass.

With a giddy laugh, Matthew snuck up behind you; his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

“Y’know…” He mumbled lovingly, peppering kisses across your skin as his hands slid beneath the shirt.

“I think we should hang the clothes you’re wearing up, too… ‘s only fair.”