Matthew Gray Gubler imagines

Golden*

It was a late night. the way his hand swept against your body and pulled you closer to his own made your heart beat faster. by just the sweep of his hand against your waist, the way his lips meshed against yours. his top lip enveloping your bottom, your head going back to find him as he towered over you. He kissed you and made you feel like the only girl in the world. like you were the thing that mattered to Spencer. you always wanted to feel this way with him, but the way he kissed you made you believe, even for a second, that you were his world...

It was rather complicated. it really was. Spencer moved into a new apartment a couple of months ago, and that was when he met you. you rarely came out of your apartment, and he was rarely in his. The two of you meeting was a complete continence. you were finally cleaning your apartment while he was back from a long trip. you were dragging trash bags back to garbage outside the apartment building. you grunted and groaned as you dragged it, and Spencer saw you. He wasn't going to help only because it was garbage, it had approximately 411 million bacteria per inch of a garbage pail. Then he saw your face. He saw the pout in your lip and furrow in your brow. your hair was in your face, and you were trying your best to keep the bags off the ground. you knew that waiting months to finally clean was not a good idea. Spencer set down his things and came over to you. the moment you met him, you had gained a crush on him. He was overwhelmingly handsome, his golden brown eyes and wispy frizzy brown hair made your knees weak.

"Do you need help?" Spencer asked, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here , and he would scrub at his hands for hours, but that didn't matter. you were a pretty girl, a very pretty girl in his eyes that looked to be struggling.

"Oh-um yes... but you don't have to." you replied, the way your hands shook and sweat littered on your forehead, he inspected you. you weren't struggling with the weight of the garbage, he noted, as he picked it up. because you still struggled as you were bringing it to the large garbage outside. the two of you dragged the garbage away, and then your hands shook in an awkward form as you turned to him. "Thank you." you mumbled before darting back inside. you struggled with touching the filth as he did. you even used your foot to open the door-something you've had to practice throughout time. He was intrigued by you, even though it was only moments of contact. as you scrubbed at your hands, you thought about the handsome stranger. your heart pumping out of your chest as you felt gross from the inside. He probably thought you were gross. Why would you have all that trash in your apartment if you weren't?

it started as brief interactions, the two of you never stopped thinking about each other, though. a fantasy gathering into each of your heads. He had the courage to knock on your door one night and ask if you wanted some of his mac and cheese, because who honestly hated mac and cheese? he thought. you told him you loved the meal, and that's how it started to become more complicated for your feelings. as he ate in your apartment he realized that your apartment was rather clean than he expected, and later he found out that you had a bad week and this happened often. you were untied from your reality and everything around you would become uncontrolled. he wanted to be there for this, he would be there to help you. as care stemmed between the two of you, a crush turned into an infatuation. the two of you would do just about anything to gather each other's attention, spend time with each other.

it was brief looks from each other, it was obvious to neither one of you that you were together. you were practically dating, you just hadn't kissed yet. the two of you were bound to open up to each other, and when the two of you did, it made you inseparable. The two of you started with traditions, and it got to a point where his co-workers started to see that something was off. Spencer had a pep in his step and a smile spread across his face. One day he told you about his work, finally opening up to you about it. You made him promise you that he would call you before and after a case, not during. This confused him, but you continued to explain that you wanted him focused on the case, so he would come back. He promised he would come back, and anyone seeing this situation would point out how romantic it was to promise he would come back. But the two of you were oblivious. His work family changed that, though. They were going over a case and Spencer paid deep attention, but they noticed that Spencer was late to the jet.