Death Note Imagines/One Shots + More

Attention // Matt

Attention
Matt x Reader
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You sighed leaning against your friend. He was clicking away on his controller, completely engrossed in his video game, and you had been trying to get his attention for the past 20 minutes. This kind of thing had kind of become a game for you, especially when Mello was out of the flat at work. You got bored and all Matt wanted to do was play video games, so you had decided to start your own game as well.
Matt was sitting at on the edge of his seat, elbows leaning against his knees, and his goggles resting on the top of his head. His gloved hands gripped his PlayStation controller as his light colored stared at the screen. Does he even blink when he's gaming? You thought to yourself.
You sighed out of boredom, leaning against his side and pressed your chin on his shoulder.
"Matt." You said, the contact or your voice not seeming to distract him from his video game. You sighed again, in a bit louder way hoping to get his attention.
It didn't
"Matt..." You said and leaned more on him, trying to bug him or anything, but he didn't budge.
How can he just zone out like that?
You huffed through your nose.
"Maaatttttttt." You whined, nudging his arm with your elbow. He still didn't even seem to see you, his eyes flickering over the screen in front of him and his fingers mashing buttons so fast you didn't know how he kept up with it all.
After a few more attempts to get his attention (poking him, snapping his goggles on his head, taking his lit cigarette right from his lips), and him not budging, you gave up and walked into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and grabbed a (favorite drink), heading back to the living room. You sat on the chair across the room from Matt and pulled out your phone, beginning to read some random article you found.
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Two hours later, Matt had finally finished his game. How did you know? He started yelling and bouncing on the couch because he finally beat his high score.
You rolled your eyes and didn't move your gaze from the picture you were drawing. (If you don't like to draw replace it with something else you could do while just sitting there)
"Hey (y/n) I beat my high score!" Matt cheered, tossing his controller onto the floor and standing up. He stretched and smiled proudly at the numbers that were on the scoreboard. You didn't look up.
"(Y/n) did you hear?" Matt said when you didn't respond. Yes, you had heard him, but you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. You continued to stare at what you were doing.
Matt walked over and playfully kicked your foot in an attempt to get your attention.
"(Y/n)." He said.
Nothing.
"(Y/n)!"
Nada.
"(Yyyy/nnnn).."
Not even a blink.
Matt squatted beside your chair to get at eye level since you were currently sitting down.
"(Y/n) I know you can hear me." He said with a pouty look on his face. You didn't do as much as give him a side glance.
"Acknowledge my existence, assface!" Matt whined and poked your cheek. You did nothing, although it was a challenge not to smile at the dorky man.
"Hmm guess I'll have to find some way to get you to stop ignoring me.." He said, mostly to himself. He shoved his goggles up into his hair and pursed his lips in thought. You continued staring at what you were doing. After a long moment Matt began to smile like Cheshire Cat. He knew exactly how to get you to notice him.
In a flash, Matt leaned closer to the chair and slid his hand up your thigh, all the way until his arm was around your waist. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed soft kisses against your tender skin. With this action, your eyes widened and you took in a soft gasp, looking down at the man.
"M-Matt what the-" you closed your eyes and bit your lip when he kissed across your jaw toward your ear. You leaned your head for him and Matt chuckled at this action of yours.
"I knew I could get your attention." He mumbled and pulled you out of the chair and onto him as he flopped onto his back in the floor.

After that you both started paying a lot more attention to each other.