It all started seven months ago.

The Emmy’s. Matthew was nominated for his role in Criminal Minds, Dr. Spencer Reid- in the 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 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 who’d seen you on their tv screen. 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.

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

Date number two was coffee in Manhattan. Paparazzi had spotted the two of 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, and 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 two decided to have some fun.

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

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 or one of his movies, his signature dorky drawings visible in the background, familiar hands lacing up your heels. But no concrete evidence from either of you.

It became a game, detective work 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.’

It was you. They were right.

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

Tonight, you were with Matthew. You’d gotten to his house pretty early. The two of you got coffee and brunch, and were now at a friend of his’ house.

It was fairly late. A summer night, perfect temperature. Matthew was in the backyard with the rest of the guests while you ran in to grab some drinks for you both.

He watched you from afar. Seated at the outdoor table with a few of his friends. You laughed at something, which led to a painfully wide smile on his face. He loves seeing you happy.

He’s quite literally 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 whenever you’re falling asleep, rubs your neck whenever you have a headache.

He’s in deep.