spencer reid one shots

skirts//matthew gray gubler

warnings: gender questioning? kinda but not really. there's some undertones. also sad mgg.
word count: 3.6k

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"which one do you like better?" i stare back at my reflection in the mirror, holding two skirts up to myself. "matthew?"

"hmm?"

i turn around to find him lounging on the bed, a book in his hand. i wiggle the skirts in my hands for him. "which one?"

"which one what?" he puts his face back in his book, diverting his attention. "we're quarantining anyway. there's nowhere to wear a skirt to."

i grimace, picking the white skirt without his opinion and tossing the blue one aside. "i just wanna put on a skirt instead of sweatpants for once." he makes some sort of humpf noise as i change, and he doesn't look up again. even as i fix my hair and makeup, he never says anything else.

so i roll my eyes and march downstairs, determined to put as much distance between us as i can. he's been annoying all morning and i don't need his negative energy making quarantine even worse. it started out amazing, though. matthew and i always had to be separated because of work and when california locked down, we jumped at the opportunity to quarantine together.

quarantine brought us together in so many new ways. at first, my excitement quickly turned to nerves as i feared moving in with matthew after just three months of dating would ruin us. that we wouldn't be able to handle the constant closeness and our amazing relationship would just end. but so far, six months into quarantine and nine months into our love, we are closer than ever.

except for this last week. matthew has been cold and distant recently, staying mostly in the den and reading a book or drawing. i have no problem with him having alone time in his own house that he very graciously let me stay in, but that need to be alone started leaking into every second of the day. he decided to eat dinner alone and he didn't cuddle me in bed and canceled movie night in favor of a bath by himself. alone time is fine, but the neglect is starting to really bother me.

but i decide to take advantage of my own alone time. matthew is sulking upstairs and i've got the whole downstairs to myself. so i kick off my shoes, put down a few paper towels, and start painting my nails. matthew usually complains that the smell bothers him, but he can stay on his own on the second floor.

i do my toes first, a simple light pink color, twisting up paper towels to put between my toes. i barely pay attention to whatever is on the tv, just wiggling my toes and try to fit them into the led light that dries the polish quicker.

"i liked the blue skirt better."

i nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of matthew's voice behind me, turning to find him standing at the foot of the stairs. his book is in his hands and he looks exhausted, his hair disheveled and barely curly. he trudges over and sits on the cushion beside mine.

"well, if you had told me that when i asked, then i'd be wearing it right now." i sass, leaning down to fix a small smudge in the nail polish.

"i was just invested in my book."

"mhm," i hum, sliding onto the floor and searching for the clear coat.

matthew says nothing about the smell as i cover my nails in two coats of clear polish and put them under the led light to dry. i don't even look back at him as i start painting little flowers over the dried clear coat.