[Matt x Reader][AU][Edited May 10th 2019]

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Matt's POV.

     I sat, as usual, playing on my game boy. My favourite game all about gangs and street crime. The only problem about this game was one character I could never beat. The street queen, otherwise known as (Y/N). Probably the most over powered character in the game. I hate that damn character. At least, at this point in the game, she'll be killed soon. I jump as my game boy begins to shake a little and it becomes searingly hot and I drop it to the floor and a blinding light shone from it. I use my arms to block out the light but when I pull them away, my surroundings become scarily familiar for all the wrong reasons. As the gun fire continues, I know, somehow I'm inside the damn game.

     "Get down! Do you want to be killed? You're giving our position away!" A silky voice yelled and I looked over to the owner of said voice. Of course, I already knew, (Y/N). I drop to a crouch on the floor behind a bin in the alleyway, while she's on the opposite side of the alley, behind a bin of her own.

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     The gun fire died down a long time ago and I had no choice but to follow (Y/N) to her underground base, seeing as I was completely lost in the universe. By this time, I had established that I was playing the character of one of her gang members. Her right hand man, in fact. Up close, she didn't seem as harsh as she did from afar. She seemed to care almost.

     "Matt?" Her soft voice caught my attention and I jumped at the mention of my name.

     "Yes?" My voice cracked slightly as she looked at me with large, surprisingly innocent looking eyes.

    "Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?" She put a hand to my forehead. How can someone so intimidating be someone so completely different? Is it the game coding making me feel this way? I don't somehow think so...

    "I-I'm fine. But I'm not actually part of your gang..." I decide its best to try and tell her the truth.

     "Yes you are." She looks at me blankly and I shuffle under her direct gaze.

    "But-"

    "Perhaps you hit your head and got concussion?" She says thoughtfully.

    "Why do you care if I'm hurt?"

    "Even if you aren't in the gang I would still rather you weren't hurt." I nod at her statement. How is she so damn caring?

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     This is it. The part I know she dies. I know she does, I've watched it many a time with a laugh. I've smiled at her death, but its a lot different when you know said person, let alone being in love with them... Oh man... In that same alley, we're both crouched out of sight. And I turn, watching (Y/N). She spins behind her, hearing the footsteps. My heart leaps in my chest. This is her assassin.

    A gun shot fires and it rings painfully in my ears.

    I look at (Y/N). Perfectly fine. The assassins body falls to the floor, bleeding from the gun shot wound I inflicted. She looks at me with shock.

     "How did you know...?"

     "I've been watching over you..." It sounds creepy and cliché, but its the only thing that fit the scenario right now. She looks confused for a moment or so, as if wondering how much of a pervert I am. She shakes her head slightly, like shaking away that thought.

    "But... Why?"

    "I'm in love with a street queen."

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