It started 7 months ago.

The Emmy’s. Matthew was nominated for his role in Criminal Minds, 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 film.

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 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.

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 2 was coffee in Manhattan. Paparazzi had spotted the you, and that was when the rumors 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 5th 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 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 implying he was in a relationship. Selfies with hickeys or lipstick marks, two 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 his bed, knowing people might recognize the background. Photos of you watching Criminal Minds, his dorky drawings visible, familiar hands lacing up your heels. But no concrete evidence.

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.

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

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

It’d been a few days since you’d seen each other, but you texted and called all the time.

That day, you had a couple interviews. You drove into the city, picked up a coffee, did your interviews and drove straight home.

But when you got home, there was a package on your doorstep. A small box with a purple ribbon, and a card on top with your name on it.

Puzzled, you brought it inside. Your heart sank when you opened it.

Photos. All of you. They almost looked like paparazzi shots, but they weren’t ones you’d seen in the media. The last one freaked you out the most. It was of you undressing, taken through your bedroom window the day prior.

Naturally, you called Matthew. He answered with a painfully wide smile before the second ring.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Matthew said into the phone, holding the device to his ear.