Possible Future | Matt x Reader (FINALE)

Part 7 (Finale)

It was just unending darkness around you. You ignored the unknown sound but as you blinked the noise just kept getting louder and louder, your ears ringing.

You blinked again, then rubbed your eyes, but you can't see anything.

Then suddenly Matt is infront of you.

What are you doing here? Where are we?

Then Matt put his hands in the air, surrendering, lights flicking around then everything stopped. In one blink the sound of endless bullets flying filled the once dark room into the road, Matt staggering infront of his car with bullet holes on his body, his blood all over the pavement.

“Matt!” you screamed on top of your lungs.

It's bad enough that you can't get out of the dream after seeing it yourself yesterday.

And then there's Mello who gave you a phone call asking you to trust him, and after exchanging familial love with you he stopped talking, then you heard a crash that ended the line.

Your vision is starting to brighten, your face is wet, probably with tears, and you burned to your brain that after waking up you'll write your name on the Deathnote commiting suicide--- but that thought was overpowered with a blinding light and the sound of a familiar voice.



“Mina!” the voice said, “Hey (y/n), wake up. You’re having a nightmare. Wake up love, I'm here.”

It kept tugging your shoulders. It’s Matt’s voice.

You sat hurriedly, hyperventilating. Matt brushed your arms and helped you catch your breath.

"Look at me, yeah? What do you see?" He pointed at his eyes. They were cerulean blue. It's the only thing you can look at; his long lashes, how bright his irises are that somehow you can see yourself reflected on it.


It was only then, you realized, you're finally awake in the real world. You checked the surroundings; the sight of red curtains and properly stacked boxes of cigar washed over a wave of calm through your body.

"That was awful,” you groaned, wiping your eyes, your brain still buzzing over your stupid dream.

From his side he turned his PSP off; so the police sirens and gunshots came from his game-- giving you nightmares. He went closer to you and brushed your hair from your face, wiping the sweat forming on your forehead.

“I think you had quite a nightmare, you wanna talk about it?” he said, wiping the tears on your cheeks.

If it wasn't for the red marks on Matt's neck, you wouldn't be reminded about what happened last night, seemingly so the vision washed relief over you.



“In my dream you were shot multiple times by the Japanese Police, then Mello, he just died, I didn't know how but he's alone. I wasn't even able to talk to him." You closed your eyes, burning from your unconscious crying. Matt gently brushed your hair away from your face, his strokes careful and gentle.


“But that won't happen,” he replied. Again, you weren't sure if he's lying or not.


“Stop. Whatever you and Mello planned, can't it wait?” You didn’t want him to leave; you didn’t want that tragedy in your head to happen. You pulled Matt and sat on top of him, you placed your face against his neck, nuzzling his sweet scent that mixed with his cigarette.


“Actually Mello just came back.”


“I thought he won't be returning until evening?”


“(y/n), he came back to sleep. It's 4 in the morning.” He smiled at you. It's just then when you noticed a wound on the corner of his lip. Confused you caressed it as gently as you can but he flicked.

“Did I give this to you?” you asked.

“You did alright, when that lunatic saw you here in my bed he didn't waste time.” He tried not to chuckle but he still did.

You wanted to punch Mello, he's gone too far to even hurt Matt!

"Don't think about it," he interrupted your thoughts, kissing your fingers, "I'm good at punching back."


Before Matt could say anything, you laughed and tackled him lightly, kissing him slowly so you wouldn’t hurt him.

“Love, don’t kiss me like that. I’m not a child.” He smirked, his hands brushed your back, and you lifted half of your body with your right elbow then you kissed him again. He tried to open your mouth by pulling your chin downwards with his thumb, and then you felt his tongue flick with yours.

The game of French kissing ended when he pulled away so he could turn you over.
“I don’t do girls on top of me, sorry.” He chuckled. You smiled lightly, your hands went for his pants, unbuttoning it but his hand stop yours. He lifted his body lightly so you won’t feel suffocated by his weight, although you didn’t mind him on top of you.

And then the door bursted open. When you moved your head to the side to see who it was, Matt’s head dropped on your shoulder.

“Mail Jeevas!” Mello shouted as he pulled a gun. Your eyes grew then you ended up with a laugh.

“Mello stop overacting,” you tried not to laugh this time, but a smile won’t leave your face. Mello too have a wounded lip.

“(y/name) get out of that fucking bed, now!” he barked. You rolled your eyes as Matt plunged on your side, taking a cigarette on his mouth and pretended Mello wasn’t even there.

“Will you stop being a freak, Mello.” You replied as you crossed your arms.

“Yeah, will you stop acting like a fucking weaner, Mello?” Matt said as he blew off white smoke.

Mello didn’t say anything but he couldn’t do anything either so you got up, wore Matt’s stripped shirt, not bothering walking up to Mello on your panties, and ran towards him then you tackled him, leaving the two of you on the floor.

“What the hell (name)!” he said. His sweet and minty scent felt like home, you buried your face around his shoulders as he tried to sit up, balancing his body while supporting yours.

“I promise I’ll do everything you say from now on, but please listen to what I have to say too.” You said on his skin. His other hand went to your back, and then he exhaled.

“You don’t have to do everything I say, just stay away from this fucking pervert,” he said. You pulled away as you sat on your knees. “But I guess that will never happen.” He looked away, then you noticed him pouting.

“Are you pouting?!” you squealed as you saw his face flush.

“No! Shut up!” he tried to cover his mouth with the hand he’s holding his gun with.

You laughed as you embraced him again, and you felt tears run down from your eyes.


The End.