Matthew was going through somewhat of a midlife crisis as of late.

He’d just started filming for the thirteenth season of his TV show Criminal Minds.

He didn’t necessarily dislike Los Angeles. He bought a house there that he liked, and he’d been coming back every year for the last thirteen years to film Criminal Minds. He just preferred New York much more. And to make matters worse, he was painfully single.

He’d gone through a pretty rough breakup about six months prior, and hadn’t quite recovered. Not to say that he’s heartbroken. He wasn’t, not even when he first left Joanie. That relationship had been toxic as hell, and ending it was a relief. But he’s in his late thirties, and dating at that age kinda sucks.

But, he had filming to distract him from how chronically lonely he was. During the days, at least. He went to sleep in an empty bed, and woke up alone in a city he had a love / hate relationship with.

So far, the day had been nothing special. Matthew went to his trailer, got his hair and makeup done, changed into his costume. But the energy on set was certainly different that day.

And he knew exactly why.

The unsub for the episode they were shooting that week was being played by Jeffery Dean Morgan. Well known actor, played on Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

Whenever larger actors played guest stars, there was always an excitement among cast and crew. Matthew was pretty excited to meet the guy, himself.

So far, he hadn’t. He was walking down to set from his trailer when he caught sight of him…

…and then, the beautiful girl behind him. Who suddenly overtook any previous attention Jeffery had.

There was something about the awestruck look on your face that was so damn appealing to him. It was endearing, the way your brows raised when you read the names on the trailers. The way your fringe kept falling in your face and your lips were pulled into a ridiculously wide smile.

Fuck- you were literally his dream girl. From the low rise flared jeans to the fitted tank top. The color of your hair, the way it framed your face. Problem was, you were definitely at minimum ten years younger than him.

Normally, Matthew would’ve just turned a blind eye. Acknowledged you silently as a pretty face, and moved on with his life.

But he just couldn’t… not with you.

Plus, what did he have to lose…?

With that being said, there was a time and place for those kinds of things. And this wasn’t the time, nor the place

So he waited. Continued on his way to set. Along the way, he lost sight of you, and tried to ignore the disappointment weighing in his chest.

Until he heard the voice.

A recognizable voice. Male, from behind him.

“Hey. You must be Matthew?” Jeffery said, and immediately Matthew turned to face the man.

And to both his surprise and relief, there you were. Still standing at Jeffery Dean Morgan’s side.

“That’s me, yeah...” Matthew found himself saying, trying to ignore how intoxicatingly sweet your vanilla perfume was and how much taller he was than you, despite your shoes being platforms.

Jeffery extended his hand for Matthew to shake, which he didn’t hesitate to do. He did have to keep reminding himself to keep his focus on Jeffery and not you, though.

“It’s great to meet you. This is my daughter, {{user}}. She’s a big fan of the show, so I figured I’d bring her along.” Jeffery explained, to which Matthew’s jaw almost dropped. He managed to catch himself just as his lips parted.

…daughter?

Fuck- he’s screwed…