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You're Perfectly Wrong For Me-Matty Healy x f!reader

Part 3 (final part) based on 'Perfectly Wrong' by Shawn Mendes.

A/N: Well, final part guysss...I hope you like it!!! Thanks for reading this mini miniseries ♥♥

Warnings: 18+ minos pleaseee don't interact, swearing, hurt feelings, cheating,divorce, typos.

Word count: 7.1 K (including lyrics)

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“Did you stop loving me?” 

“Matty.”

“Because I don’t think I function without loving you.”

“This is not funny.” she tried to push back, away from him. Although, Matty was adamant about not letting her go. “All what I said and you just-” 

His lips crushing against hers, shutting his lover up in the sweetest way possible. Matty held the back of her head, pressing her mouth against his. The singer tried to pour into the kiss everything he was uncapable to tell her. Just how much she meant to him, how much he loved her, and how what they had was forever.

Taste the poison from your lips

Lately, we're as good as gone

Oh, our love is drunk and it's

Singin' me my favorite song

Matty felt her hands on his chest. At first, it felt good until she started to detach herself from him. She took half a step back, staring into his eyes. He stood there, waiting for her. Y/n’s sight was disoriented, her body was hot all over as if his touch woke her from inside out. 

“This is wrong.” Y/n said every word with a forced intention. Why it was wrong but felt so right?

The singer pushed her softly into his body again, his forehead resting on hers. He was dying to kiss her once more and never stop. Matty wanted her like he never wanted anyone before. They were perfect, they fit perfectly. Y/n’s body shook due to a shiver taking dominance of it. She reacted to his touch, and Matty grew obsessed with that. 

“Sweets, please.” he begged.

“Don’t makes this- Don’t complicate my life, Matty.” she tried again, however her pleading wasn’t strong enough. She wanted to be in his arms, kissing his soft lips, even though deep down she knew she couldn’t do this to Caleb. 

“I’m not doing that. I want you, and you want me.”

Y/n looked between his soft brown eyes, trying to decide what she wanted. Matty waited, even patiently, because nothing had real meaning if she didn’t want him the same way. He was sure she did, although she had to choose for herself. 

Her hands found the back of his head, bringing him closer, crushing their lips in a messy kiss, teeth crushing a little. They were not stopping. Matty moaned into her mouth, while his hands found the small of her back, making her body arched closer and her hands travel all the way up to his hair. 

Matty took his time kissing Y/n with intention, he didn’t want to stop anytime soon. She was finally between his arms. His dreaming coming true after so long.

“Jump.” he mumbled into her lips.

Y/n opened her eyes, without detaching her lips from his. “What?”

“We’re not fuckin’ for the first time on your couch.” 

“Matty-” she protested. The idea of having sex on the bed she shared with Caleb was sinful. His kisses were sinful enough, she couldn’t do that to Caleb. 

****

Y/n fell graciously on her bed, Matty meeting her closely before. It felt like the kiss never ended, at the same time his soft lips were all around her body, his hands too. Y/n let a moan escape her mouth when Matty pushed his clothed cock into her barely dressed centre. Matty swallowed the sounds she was making, pressing his mouth into hers harder. At the same time, his hands started to travel from the hem of her shirt all the way up, reaching her soft mounds. 

“Can I take it off?” he asked, staring into her eyes. Y/n nodded eagerly. 

Matty cursed under his breath when Y/n rested before him without her top on. He tried to keep his patience, tugging on her shorts. Matty wanted to see all of her. He wanted all of Y/n.

“What about this?” 

“Please, Matty.” she said, reaching for his biceps. Y/n felt cold without his touch, with him pressing her body down onto the mattress. 

After a short team work, Y/n was naked in front of Matty. He took a minute to admire her beautiful body. Matty felt under a trance, touching the outer side of her tight because he didn’t want to stay far from her, from her warmth. 

“Your turn.” Y/n smiled at him, Matty’s heart skipping a bit. She was perfect. 

Both of them laughed due to Matty’s action trying to get his clothes off faster but failing. His shirt got stucked between his shoulders and head. Y/n chuckled, helping him. 

Once every piece of cloths was on the floor. They stared into each other's eyes. That was it. 

“Hi.” Y/n caressed his stubble. 

“Hello, sweets.” 

Their noses meeting in the middle, caressing the other softly. The strong feeling bubbling inside her heart made Y/n close her eyes, enjoying him close. Matty pushed the woman back until she was fully lying down again. 

Y/n trapped his body between her arms and legs, going around his shoulders and hips. Matty hissed when his cock came in contact with her wet centre. He groaned, feeling how ready she was for him.

“Matty, please. I need you.” she whispered. 

“Do you have a condom?” 

“No.”

“Shit, sweets.” Matty was ready to pull back, respecting her.

Y/n reassured him quickly, “It’s alright. I’m on the pill, please.” Y/n sneaked a hand between their bodies, searching for his hard dick. 

Matty lowered his body an inch closer, feeling her hand around him, “Fuck-”

“Matty!” Y/n cried, bringing his cock closer to her cunt.

“I should-” he was stuttering, Y/n’s pupils delated, knowing she had that power over him was intoxicating. “I should eat-” 

“Sh, sh…” Y/n reassured him, feeling his tip pushing inside her. “We have all night.” she added, making his heart explode. The possibility of having her again like that…

Matty crushed on top of her when she was around him completely, his cock buried inside her, his essence taking over his senses. Y/n arched her back, feeling him impossibly closer. 

“Are you okay, sweets?” 

“Yes, Matty. You feel so good.” her hips pushing forward. “Please move.” she asked, digging her nails on his biceps. Somehow, the sharp pain added to Matty’s pleasure.

Matty started slowly pushing his hips back, until his eyes fell on half of his dick out of her, just then he pushed forward again. Y/n moaned his name again and again. Quickly, Matty found a rhythm that worked for both of them. His eyes were focus, all the time, on her eyes half opened with pleasure. He was the cause of Y/n’s pleasure, no one else.

Y/n whined when Matty pinched her right nipple, bringing her orgasm closer and closer. She could felt the sensation numbing her legs, meanwhile Matty crushed his hips repeatedly against hers. 

“Matty, I’m-”

“I know, sweets. Let go. Come for me, sweets.” 

The mixture of him finally inside her, the sensations only him brought out of her body, and the addition of the nickname threw her over the cliff. Y/n exploded into pieces, tightening her grip around Matty, who continued until his released washed over his body.

Matty rested his tired body on top of Y/n’s, feeling for the first time in forever he was once again complete with her closer to him. 

Me and you, we were made to break

I know the truth, but it's much too late

Y/n fell asleep shortly after she returned from the bathroom. She tried to stay awake, keeping the conversation going, although she was tired. Matty held her hand closer, letting it rest, palm open, on top of his ‘true love’ chest tattoo. 

He heard her breath deeply while he mindlessly touched her skin softly. Matty didn’t want to sleep, he wanted to memorize everything about her resting beside him. 

Right there, watching her peaceful face, Matty decided he was going to divorce Nathalie. He had to, he had been thinking about Y/n and about leaving Nathalie for quite a while. 

His thoughts were interrupted by her, moving her entire body closer. Matty felt his heart skip a beat thinking Y/n, even asleep, searched for him. He dared to leave a sweet kiss on her head, gaining a soft hummed.

You're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard to leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

You're perfectly wrong for me

All the stars in the sky could see

Why you're perfectly wrong for me

The singer watched the wine dancing inside his glass, deep into thoughts. It was probably one of the last dinners he was spending at his in laws. He had talked with Nathalie a few days after his night with Y/n, although he didn’t mention that as the reason that pushed him to make the final decision. Nathalie put a fight for him, for their marriage, but Matty wasn’t having it. He was sure, he wasn’t changing his mind. 

Matty had been living in a rented flat that by chance was closer to Y/n’s house. Even though it was a big coincidence, it was crucial for him. He wanted to be closer, he needed to feel she wasn’t far, even when they didn’t see each other for days. Knowing she was only a few blocks away reassured him. He was desperate for her at the time. 

Y/n’s laugh talking with Caleb’s mother took Matty out of his daydreaming. He let his eyes roam around her form. When she arrived, she spared him a quick look and a quiet ‘hello’. They haven’t seen or talk to each other since that night, a week went by and even though Matty craved more, he was content she didn’t ignore him. She looked as breathtaking as ever. Images of their night together were playing in his head when she looked back at him for a second. He just stared, drinking his wine and cleaning his lips with the tip of his tongue.

******

Matty heard a knock on the bathroom door. He opened it without thinking too much about it. Sooner, Matty found himself smiling when he realized Y/n was at the other side.

“Um, can I use the bathroom?” she asked, rather shyly.

“Come in.” Matty said. He didn’t move a muscle, he stood there daring her with a smirk. 

Y/n looked between his cheeky eyes and the end of the hall, expecting –praying— no one showed up. 

“Matty, please get out.”

“I haven’t finished here.”

“I’ll wait then.” Y/n said, turning to rest her back on the wall.

Matty was quicker. He brought her body inside the bathroom, to then close the door as gentle as he could. Y/n felt the singer pressed his body on hers –chest to chest– while her back touched the wood on the bathroom’s door. His lips hovering over hers, millimetres apart; her hands on his chest, like that night when she was trying to push him away.

“Please-” she moaned.

Matty caressed the skin of her neck, gripping her throat a little. “Please what, sweets?” he titled his head, staring down into her lips, wetting his own slowly. Y/n felt entranced by his actions.

“We-”

Y/n couldn’t speak when his thigh sneaked between her legs, the material of his jeans adding pressure into her clothed clit directly. Y/n was wearing – a short– summer dress that drove Matty insane, the end of it danced between her legs every time she moved around the table. 

“Tell me what you want, sweets.” Matty had his lips brushing hers, swallowing her words and whimpers. His knee never stopped moving on her clit.

“Matty, we can’t.” she managed to say, enjoying waves of pleasure.

He didn’t listen, he continued bringing moans out of her mouth. “I can’t stop thinking about you, sweets.” he admitted. It was the truth. 

“Matty.”

“Have you thought about me? Fucking that pretty cunt?” memories of their night together flashing through her closed eyes. 

She moaned as a reply.

“Have you thought about me when he fucks you?” 

Her eyes snapped open, thinking about her actual boyfriend. “We haven’t had sex.” she admitted, blushing. The comment ignited something inside Matty. He was his last lover. 

“Oh, sweets.” 

Matty pressed finally his mouth on hers. He retreated his thigh enough, so his right hand sneaked under her dress, grabbing a handful of her underwear. Matty ripped the laced material, burning slightly her skin. The remnant went directly into his pocket. 

Y/n yelped when she felt his calloused hands touching slowly her bud, testing her. To say she was ready was an understatement. Matty moaned into the skin of his neck. He felt the urge to left hickies but stopped because of the possible consequences for her. 

Before she could grab her head around it all, Matty pushed her up and into the counter of the fancy bathroom. He pushed his body between her legs, widening the space, making enough room for him. 

Matty surprised her, kneeling down into the cold floor. He didn’t outer a single word before pressing the tip of his tongue on her clit. Y/n had to shut herself up, pressing the palm of her hand hard on her mouth. The sensation travelling from her core to every nerve around her body.

The singer kept teasing and licking for a few minutes, until Y/n felt the flat part of her tongue working between her entrance and bud. Y/n was getting closer to the edge. That never happened so fast before. Caleb refused to go down on her, and her past lovers were a distant memory. 

Y/n held the back of his head, forcing him to stay just there, his face buried in her cunt. The woman witnessed how her hips pushed up from the counter, grinding mindlessly into Matty’s face. He didn’t complain, he wanted to be there, exactly like that. 

“Matty-” she whined, chocking on her words.

The addressed man pushed his head back, looking up at her. His cheek went to rest on her thigh, “Yes, sweets?” Y/n noticed her juices dripping from his mouth and chin. The erotic picture in front of her made Y/n threw her head back, feeling a new wave of pleasure even when he wasn’t doing much.

Matty kissed all the way from her legs until he reached up to her lips once more. It felt sinful to taste herself on his mouth.  

Y/n brought him closer, tugging on his belt. 

The pace was rapid once Matty was buried deep inside her. The mixture of him reading her like his favourite book –perfectly, and the fact that they had little time before someone started asking questions about where they were. Even though Matty wanted to be selfish, he prayed for more time with her slamming his hips into Y/n reaching his climax. 

****

“This can’t happen again, Matty.” Y/n stated, rearranging her clothes. 

Matty hummed, brushing her hair back over Y/n’s shoulder, once he was fully dressed. “Fine.”

“I mean it.” she stared into his hazelnut gaze. Matty nodded, trying to contain his laugh bubbling inside his chest. He leaned forward, kissing her lips slowly. Y/n let him since it was the last time.

“I said, fine, sweets. Go, return to your boytoy.” he teased her.

Y/n hated his tone, his smirk. He had no right. Matty had no right to make her feel the mix of feelings inside her mind, making her doubt everything she had stood for years now. Above all, he had no right to speak about Caleb like that. She had her opinions about Nathalie, although she kept her mouth very sealed. 

“Your wife is waiting too.” her words full of anger. 

Matty watched her walked down the hall, thinking: ‘If you knew, sweets��.

Oh, you know how much it hurts

Every time you say you hate me

But when we're makin' love, you make it worth it

Can't believe the places that you take me

It was late, but not that late. Despise how late or early, she shouldn’t be thinking about him, his lips, his touch. Matty was a constant on her mind. 

Two more weeks went by without contact, without bumping into each other because Caleb and Nathalie’s parent were out of town. Two full weeks of missing his eyes on her or his lips. Matty inside her. Y/n groaned into her pillow. 

She should be sleeping or missing her boyfriend –Caleb was away once again. Nevertheless, Y/n didn’t miss him a bit, not Caleb. Y/n craved Matty, no her actual boyfriend. 

It was highly possible that if she called Matty, he was going to run to her house and they would get on it quickly. Y/n wanted it to happen, but it was wrong. She even told Matty they shouldn’t. The singer was respecting her boundaries when all she wanted was him to break them all and have him.

Y/n rolled around, taking her phone from her bedside table. A goodnight text from Caleb she ignored, no messages from Matty. She scrolled all the way down, finding Matty’s contact between the ones at the bottom of her list. The last conversation they had was months ago and she didn’t reply. It was a short text, a statement. ‘I miss you, sweetheart x’. She remembered the itch she felt, how much she wanted to reply but finally didn’t.

She was missing him at the moment. 

Y/n: ‘I miss you too xxx’ 

Y/n stared into the written message, she waited for a second and a burst of confidence made her send it. The phone flew around the bed, landing on Caleb’s side. ‘What if he didn’t reply?’ 

The answer came two minutes after. Her phone vibrate. Y/n launched herself towards Caleb’s side, searching for the device between the sheets.

Matty: Sweets?

She opened the text but didn’t reply. The realization of her actions hitting her hard. Y/n rested her back on the headboard, anxiously biting her nails. Her phone buzzing again, but for more time, brought her back. Matty was calling.

“Hello.” she answered, unsure of her voice.

“Hi, sweets. Are you alright?” he was genuinely worried. 

“Yes.”

Matty knew something else was happening to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you busy?” 

Y/n closed her eyes tight, cringing visibly, even though she was alone and Matty couldn’t see her.

“Never for you, sweetheart. You know that.”

“Can- Can you come?”

“To your house?” Matty was stunned.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” 

The echo of the voices of others coming from behind Matty made her think he was busy or enjoying his night with someone else. 

Quickly she retracted, “Right, this is a bad idea. I’m so-”

Matty cut her short. “I just finished the show. I’ll be there in fifteen. Okay, sweets?” 

“Okay.”

“See you soon, sweets.”

Y/n slipped until she was lying down on her bed, keeping the phone closer to her chest. Matty was coming. Y/n squealed like a teenager.

*****

Matty looked how she showed up from behind the front door after he knocked. Shortly after, he ran to her. His lips being pulled to hers like a magnet. Y/n felt him holding her jaw with one hand and with the other the back of her head, tugging on her loose hair, making her moan. Y/n walked backwards, bringing him with her, slamming the door shut. 

There's no use, we were made to break

I know the truth, and it's much too late

His curls were long, she knew he refused to trim them, and Y/n could live with that. He was perfect, as always, although with time he was becoming the best version of himself. Watching grow into the man he was at the time filled her body with pride.

Matty shifted, still fast asleep, throwing his right arm around her waist. He moaned, feeling his warm skin against hers, and continued sleeping. Y/n didn’t dare to move a muscle. 

‘I love you’, the thought full of feelings, came to the front of her head. She did love him, she knew she had never stopped. ‘How could she?’ 

As sad as it might sound, she had feelings for Caleb but they never equalled what she felt with Matty, about Matty, for Matty. He was the one, as her pops said all those years back. Y/n scoffed softly, rolling her eyes to the back of her head, thinking about the old man. He would be out there judging their actions, at the same time he would be happy about seeing her content inside Matty’s arms. 

Y/n knew what they were doing was bad and they were going to hurt others. They couldn’t help it, though. She tried so hard to stay away from him, but every time she tried harder, the universe pulled Y/n closer to Matty. Maybe it was time to drop the fight, to let universe push her closer to Matty. With that idea roaming around her head, Y/n rested her head on his chest, falling asleep too. 

You're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard to leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Oh, you're perfectly wrong for me

All the stars in the sky could see

Why you're perfectly wrong for me

Matty and Y/n continued seeing each other behind everyone's backs. The dynamic during that month consisted of Matty coming around when Caleb had to travel for work, and if Y/n’s boyfriend was at home, she would throw an excuse and ran to Matty’s new flat.

The frontman felt complete, content after not only months, even years. He made her laugh, cooked for her, keep her satisfied and so much more. The way they finally found each other was wrong, yes, although Y/n and Matty understood the other and fit together better than anyone else. They spend entire nights just talking, not having sex. The turn of events wasn’t just about sexual encounters, it meant so much more for the couple. They were making the other happy in so many levels.

On the other hand, Caleb wasn’t dumb and started noticing Y/n’s change around him. All began with her refusing his caresses or kisses, but the alarms came on when she started to push him away when Caleb started something sexual with her. Y/n told him multiple times she was tired and even used the period card, alleging her cramps were terrible. They were drifting apart, Caleb hated it. 

Y/n was getting ready for a night with Matty. She lied saying she was going out with a coworker, Caleb believed her. 

Her boyfriend stared at her, watching Y/n get ready. He was mesmerized by her beauty. Meanwhile, Y/n worried about her outfit. She didn’t want to overdress because in reality they were going to dine at Matty’s flat and just spend the night together. Probably her dress would end on the floor as soon as she crossed the front door. Hopefully. 

Aside from that, Y/n wanted to look nice for Matty. Hence why, she chose a blood-red type of  dress; showing a good amount of cleavage and way shorter than she usually dressed like. Lace rested on her cleavage as well as on the hem of the dress. She felt good wearing it.

Caleb rounded her waist, while she combed her hair. Y/n couldn’t help reacting surprised by his action, slightly uncomfortable too.

“Why don’t you stay home, and we have fun?” he said suggestively into the skin of her neck.

“I wish, but she’s waiting for me.”

“I miss you, Y/n.” he whined. 

Y/n prevent herself from showing her true emotions because he was staring into her reflection in the bathroom’s mirror. She turned around, kissing the corner of his lips –purposely avoiding his lips.

“I know, I’m sorry.” because she was, deep down she was. “Well, I have to leave now. Don’t wait for me. I’ll probably crash at her place, okay?” Y/n informed her boyfriend, grabbing her bag and storming out.

“Oh, okay.” his words didn’t reach her.

Caleb stood at the top of the stairs, hearing the sound of the front door after Y/n left.

****

Y/n pressed the doorbell, with her heart buzzing inside her ribcage. She couldn’t wait for his reaction. Matty opened his door, going to greet Y/n, but his words got stucked on his throat.

The dress hugged her attributes better than any dress he saw her wear during the long years Matty knew Y/n. His sight went from stunned to starved into seconds. 

“Sweets-” he breathed out. His lower tone going directly to her pulsing bud between her legs. 

Y/n pushed him inside, kissing him hard after she closed the door. 

“Hi.” she smirked. 

Matty took her hands, lifting her arms into the air. “Let me see you.” he said, in trance with her. Y/n chuckled watching his eyes devouring her with only his eyes. “Are you real?”

“Matty!”

“You’re so pretty, sweets.” he dropped her arms, going for a hug. 

“Do you like the dress, then?”

***

After they ate the nice dinner that Matty made for her specially, feeling the confidence a few glasses of red gave her, Y/n guided Matty towards his room. 

Matty sat on the edge of his bed, watching how Y/n smiled down at him. She left a peck on his lips, taking a few steps back. 

The red dressed fell on Matty’s bedroom floor shortly after. 

His eyes travel all the way from her head to her feet, “Y/n.” Matty brought a hand to palm himself through his trousers. 

“Don’t you like it? I brought it for you.” Y/n planted her body closer to his, standing between his legs. 

Matty didn’t reply, his mind fogged, sensing Y/n’s lips on his skin. His lover kissed the lobe of 

his right ear, travelling down, leaving some more on the skin of his neck. The mix of his cologne and his cigarettes driving her insane.

Y/n kneeled on the floor, between his legs, with her sight fixed on the bulge forming. She untucked his shirt, unbuttoning the last few buttons she didn’t undo meanwhile they chatted on the couch after dinner. 

“Jesus, Y/n.” Matty exclaimed, feeling a wave of freedom, moaning her name loud. Y/n let her mouth kiss, lick, and even bite all around his chest. Matty was his to mark, and the idea brought pleasure to her veins. 

She looked into his eyes, biting her lip visibly, when her hands untucked his belt, proceeding to unzip his pants and sneaking her hand under his boxers. Matty hissed, feeling her hand on his dick. He threw his head back, supporting his body up with only one hand behind his back on the mattress. Matty clenched the sheets harder, excited, thinking what she was going to do. 

Y/n didn’t wait to push his clothes away, she wasn’t going to waste time on that. The sight of his lover licking her own palm and starting to pump him, bashed Matty hard. He moaned her name again. 

“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, knowing the answer. On the other hand, Matty couldn’t reply, feeling her mouth on one side of his dick and her hand on the other working on his length. 

“Y/n!” 

She didn’t stop, instead Y/n rounded his tip inside her wet mouth. Matty pushed his torso forward, Y/n’s forehead coming in contact with his lower abdomen. He nestled a hand on the back of her head, feeling Y/n’s mouth sink lower and lower. 

“Sweets, please.” Matty couldn’t help pushing up his hips to meet her warm mouth. 

The tip of her tongue contacted a point below the head of his cock, pushing him over the edge. Matty came inside Y/n’s mouth with a loud groan. The force of his climax send his body backwards until his back rested on the bed. Y/n helped him surfed his orgasm until his entire body stopped shaking. 

Matty had his eyes closed when Y/n threw her legs around him, straddling Matty’s upper torso. 

“Matty?” she giggled, resting her hands on his chest.

“Mhm.”

“Are you alive?” Y/n joked. Matty opened one of his eyes, staring at her, to then close it again. 

Y/n yelped when her body met the fluffy surface of his bed, being pushed down by Matty’s weight. 

“I’m in love with your mouth, sweets.”

“Only my mouth, ha?”

“I’m in love with you, sweets.” Matty admitted. Up to that moment, they already said it so many times, even though she would never get used to hear him say them back. Never.

“Fuck me, please.” Y/n begged, bucking her hips up. 

Matty smiled wide, lowering the lace hiding her chest from his eyes. He glanced at her one time before closing his mouth around her nipple, humming. 

*****

“Are you staying?” Matty asked, caressing the skin of her back.

Y/n’s cheek was on his chest, Matty’s arms around her. He ran his free hand through her locks.

“Mhm.” she mumbled.

Matty laughed, “Good.”

“Good.” 

Y/n lifted her head. Matty noticed her eyelids hanging heavy on her beautiful eyes and her tired movements when she went for a goodnight kiss, before she crushed again on his chest, content. 

Oh, and why can't I quit

When you break my heart open?

I need you more than I know, oh

And I can't resist

When you're up against my skin

I never wanna let you go

Y/n walked in her tiptoes, trying not to wake him up so soon. She wanted to retribute his gesture from the night before. Matty cooked her a nice dinner, she was going to cook breakfast for two then.

The woman was humming a tune she couldn’t quite place, turning around the kitchen area, waiting for the kettle and the electric toaster; when her eyes fell on a chunk of papers. 

It was rude Y/n was snooping into someone else's business –into Matty’s business– but she wanted to know and she was bored. Y/n was shocked when she understood those were a divorce form.

“Mornin’” Matty greeted Y/n, hugging her from behind. Y/n didn’t startle, on the contrary, she relaxed into his embrace.

“Hey.” Y/n replied, caressing his hand resting on her stomach. “What’s this?” Matty looked over her shoulder.

“What you think that is.” he simply responded. “The divorce papers, sweets.” Matty kissed her shoulder over the material of his shirt. Matty rocked her from side to side slowly, relaxed as if he was talking about the weather or something with zero importance. Y/n couldn’t retribute the feeling.

“You really are leaving her?” she heard her voice as if belonged to someone else. 

“Y/n, we talked about it. Yes, I already left her… months ago.” Matty made her turn. “What’s the matter?” he asked, searching for her eyes. 

“It’s because…” she tried to ask.

Matty smiled at her. “Partially yes, sweets.”

“Could you stop with the nickname for a minute and be serious?” she’s annoyed he’s not taking it seriously. 

“Hey, hey.” the singer pecked her lips. “Talk to me.” he urged her.

“I can’t. This is too much, Matty. I-” 

“Y/n, there’s no point of me being married to her when I love you.” Matty’s words were meant to calm her down, but they had the opposite effect. Y/n closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from him for at least a second.

“Are you expecting me to leave Caleb?” she inquired him, after a short silence.

Matty took a second to reply. “Yes, I expect that.” Y/n moved away, huffing. “But I’m not pushing you to do it. I’d have you no matter how, Y/n.”

Y/n forgot the breakfast going to Matty’s bedroom. She took her clothes from the floor, putting them back on. Matty stared at her from the door. 

“‘m not leaving Caleb.” she stated. 

“Okay.” he exuded a calm she envied. 

“I should go.”

Y/n passed by Matty, going directly to the front door.

“Sweets-”  Matty followed hot on her heels.

The nickname made her stop and turned around. Matty looked so good that morning, she wanted nothing more to stay and spend the rest of her day with him, although she needed space. 

“I need to think, okay? I’ll- I’m going to call you later.” she walked closer, taking his face to kiss him. The kiss bittersweet for both of them.

Matty watched her go, resting his head on the door once he was left alone inside the flat. 

You're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard for me

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me, mm

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Hate that you know that I won't leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Another Sunday spend –wasted, if you asked Matty or Y/n– at Nathalie and Caleb’s house. Y/n started chewing on the meat Caleb’s father put on her plate, almost chocking on it when her boyfriend spoke. 

“Is Matty on tour again?” Caleb asked his sister. 

“No.” it was Nathalie who chocked this time. She started crying right away. 

“Caleb, I think you should drop the subj-” his mother interrupted the questionary. 

Y/n started to feel uncomfortable. She hadn’t talked much with Matty for a few days after their last encounter, a few texts checking how the other were doing –mostly from Matty to Y/n– no more. So, the girl knew very little about him and Nathalie or even about the divorce papers that hunted her day and night. 

“It’s fine, he was going to find out sooner or later.” Nathalie said. 

“What happened?” Caleb dropped his silver wear, staring at her with his eyes wide. 

“He left me. We signed the paper for the divorce.” she finally explained. Y/n wanted to sink on her chair, disappeared from the room, anything apart from hearing her words. 

“What?! Why?” Nathalie’s brother was furious. 

Nathalie took a deep breath and explained, “We were having troubles, and I think he’s in love with someone else.” Y/n stared into her hands resting on her lap, but Nathalie’s piercing eyes were on her, she could feel it. Y/n didn’t dare to look up. 

“What a fucking arsehole he is.” Caleb went on and on about Matty, until Nathalie’s face gave all of them –except her brother—  the sign that she didn’t want to hear more about her ex-husband.

Nicholas, Caleb’s father, took a grip of Nathalie’s hand. “Let’s talk about something else, shall we?” his voice sympathetic with his daughter’s sorrow.

“Did you know about this?” Caleb turned to look at Y/n. Sensing all the eyes on her made Y/n felt under an intense interrogatory. 

Caleb’s girlfriend travelled from Nathalie, Nicholas, and Amanda’s eyes until they returned to Caleb’s. 

“No, I didn’t.” the lie came quickly. “I’m sorry.” she turned to say directly to Nathalie. The woman stared back, almost daring her to say the truth. Y/n moved her eyes to Amanda, agreeing with her,  “I agree we should change the subject.” 

***

Y/n thought she would be capable to relax once they were back home, even though when they left Caleb’s parent’s house, he picked up Nathalie and Matty’s divorce and continued throwing dirt to Matty. Y/n waked inside the kitchen, trying to scape him, but Caleb followed her. 

“I still can’t believe about Matty and Nath.” he said for the hundred time in half an hour. 

Y/n groaned, “Caleb, I really don’t want to talk about it.” however, he was deep into his own head to listen.

“I knew he was a twat. Always knew.” Caleb threw his hands up, showing innocence. His words started to rubbed her up the wrong way. Y/n went from tired to angry. “He never treated her right.”

Y/n scoffed loud. Caleb looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time in hours. 

“What?”

“He treated her like a queen. I get it, you’re angry…but maybe you-” Y/n corrected her words quickly. “We don’t have all the information. We really don’t know what happened between them.” Although she knew everything –apart from the papers and then signing them– Matty had told her about it all.

“I don’t need all of it to know he’s a proper cunt.” Caleb stood a few feet away from her, with his arms folded. He wasn’t taking her opinion.

“That’s enough, Caleb. You’re talking about my best friend.” Y/n wanted that conversation finished. “You know nothing about Matty, so stop talking shit, please.”

Finally, Caleb shut up, but it wasn’t for long. He studied her completely and spoke again.

“Fuck, you’re still in love with him.” there wasn’t room for doubt in his words. Y/n didn’t feel anything for a second, she just stood in the middle of their kitchen. Caleb laughed at her. “I can’t believe it.” he clapped his hands together. “Actually I can. I get it now.” 

“What are you talking about?” Y/n snap, hating his tone. 

“You think I’m an idiot, don’t ya? I saw the loving stares and all the shit going between you two.” Y/n feared for a second, Matty and her were very careful after the bathroom encounter.

“Caleb, what are you talking about?”

“You never stopped loving him.” Her boyfriend stood up trying to look taller, asking, “Tell me you’re not in love with him. C’mon, tell me.” he dared her.

Y/n scoffed, “You’re insane. I’m not having this conversation when you’re acting this way.” she said, walking away –again. 

Neither this time he received the memo, following her around the house, “Deny it, Y/n.” 

“You’re being a jerk. I should’ve never-” Y/n reached the bottom of the stairs facing the door. 

“Say it!” Caleb screaming, scared her a little, although she shouted back. She was done with him and his accusations. Yes, he knew about her past love for Matty, that didn’t give him the right to throw it into her face.

“Yes, fuck!! Of course I love him!! I’ll love him the rest of my life. Happy?” Y/n gave him her back, walking up the stairs.

Y/n thought he was going to chase her or shout something, he didn’t. Caleb spoke and his question cut her deep.

His voice dropped a few octaves,  “Do you love me, Y/n? Did you ever love me?” 

The air was tense around them. Y/n took a big breath, turning to look down at him. His factions scared something deep inside her. Caleb was her safe ground after Matty, after dealing with her feelings. The lost of that security terrified Y/n. 

She walked down the stairs, “I do, I did, Caleb.”  

Caleb’s face changed again so soon. Y/n felt like she didn’t know who the person standing a few meters from her was. He scoffed after hearing her words. He didn’t believe her, he was cynical and Y/n sensed the Caleb she knew was a farce.

His voice sounded harsh when he told Y/n, “You two are perfect for each other. You two deserve the other as the scum you two are.” 

Y/n’s heart crushed into thousands of pieces. She swallowed thick, feeling how her blood started to boil inside her veins. 

“You know what? Yes, we are.” she finally stated. 

They were perfect for each other, and she couldn’t wait to find Matty as soon as possible.

“Go, run to your lover, Y/n.”

“Yes, I will.” Y/n trotted towards the door, and before she closed it behind it, she added, “But before that. You’ll fall from your high moral horse, Mr. Perfect.” Y/n slammed the door shut, leaving Caleb behind. 

Oh

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard for me

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me, yeah

Oh, you're perfectly wrong for me

Hate that you know that I won't leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Y/n knocked and knocked on Matty’s door for what felt like years without end. She was so frustrated he wasn’t answering when she needed him. Y/n knew she could call him, but maybe he was busy. 

The doorman of Matty’s building let her in because up to that point he knew her, maybe he believed they were a couple or something. Y/n went all the way up on the lift thinking about how she was going to tell Matty everything and kiss him. They were finally free. So, when he didn’t answer right away and after all her tries, Y/n started crying. 

She knew he wasn’t there, although she tried a few more times. Y/n lift her head from the door, starting to walk the short distance from the flat’s door to the lifts. The girl was so focused on where she could go, she had no one except Matty now. 

The doors opened slowly, Y/n looked up. Matty almost ran over her also deeply into his head. 

“Sweets?” Matty asked unsure, surprised she’s there, but also worried because her eyes were red, and some tears were streaming down her face. 

Y/n threw her arms around his neck, burying her face there. She started crying a bit more, this time due to happiness.

“Sweets, what’s wrong?” Matty tried. Y/n brought his face down, closer to her. He stopped her.

“Wait, wait…what’s going on?” he took her face between his hands.

Y/n smiled up, “You signed the papers.” 

“Again this? You saw the papers.” the man grew confused.

Y/n spoke again, “Nathalie told us.”

“Oh.”

She waited him to say something else, but the words tickled her enough to blurbed them out. 

“I left Caleb.” It was time for Matty to be surprised by her affirmations.

“What? For real? You actually-”

Y/n brought him again down, closer, “Yes, baby…he said I'm in love with you, and we’re perfect for each other.”

Matty couldn’t care less about Y/n’s boyfriend, ex-boyfriend words; he wanted her to tell him, “What do you think about that?”

“He’s right.” 

“Fuck, sweets.” Matty hugged her, lifting her body from the floor. Y/n laughed.  “I love you.” his words sincere. 

“‘I love you, Matty.” Y/n agreed with him, sealing the exchange of sweet words kissing him. 

[lnfours]

summer loving (five) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 1.3k

⌙ warnings: some suggestive content, some slight fluff, not much really happens this chapter :( KAT IS FINALLY HERE!!! and tom is hurtin real bad.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader

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you felt lips on your skin, burning hot as they traveled over every inch of your skin. it was dark in the room, but it was like he knew your body as he worked his way around. you grabbed onto a handful of curls, yanking softly as you let out a soft moan, which he gave a groan in response as his lips kissed the skin on your inner thighs.

“‘ve thought about this for so long,” he mumbled, kissing back up your body before nudging his nose against yours, “so fucking long.”

you smiled softly as he hooked a finger in your pajama shorts, letting him slip them down your legs before he threw them into the pile of discarded clothes on the bedroom floor that had started forming merely five minutes ago. you let out a whimper as his lips met yours, biting down on his bottom lip gently before his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

“tom,” you moaned, his lips moving to your neck as he nibbled at the skin gently, “we can’t.”

“why not?” he said in between kisses against your collarbone, slipping the straps of the tank top you were wearing down your shoulders.

“what if,” you started, cutting yourself off with a gasp as his fingers pinched gently at your nipple, “what if someone hears?”

he smirked, kissing you once more before speaking up, “guess, you better be quiet, love.”

your body jolted awake, causing you to groan as you sat up. you pressed the heel of your palms into your eyes, wanting to get rid of the thoughts of the dream you had about tom. you tapped your phone screen, sighing as you read the time.

3:23am.

you laid awake, staring at the ceiling as you tried to go back to sleep. you groaned to yourself, kicking the covers off before quietly making your way down the stairs. you walked into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as you realized you weren’t the only one in the house who was awake at this time of night.

apparently, tom’s insomnia has kicked in, also.

he stood over the tea kettle, sending a tight lipped smile at you as you took a seat at the island, “can’t sleep?”

you nodded, ignoring the knot in the pit of your stomach as you took in the way his t-shirt hugged his biceps, “unfortunately.” 

“want some tea?”

“sure,” you said, “milk-”

“milk and two sugars,” he finished your sentence, smiling at you tiredly, “i know.”

you nodded, watching as he fixed you a cup of tea. he handed the mug to you, the warm liquid making your face turn hotter. you took a sip and nodded, silently thanking him.

“how’s shawn?” he asked.

you nodded, “good, i’m going dress shopping with him, his mom, and his sister today before kat comes in.”

he nodded back, “sounds like fun.”

you chuckled, “not really, we all know how much i hated it when i was a deb.”

“that’s because you were going through your ‘i hate dresses’ phase. you warmed up, though,” he smiled, taking a sip of tea before continuing his sentence, “still think the other one looked better on you.”

you ignored how his compliment sent butterflies through your stomach, “you know, you’re not the first person to tell me that. you probably won’t be the last, either.”

“good to know there’s still people in the world with a sense of fashion.” he joked. you snorted quietly, taking a sip of tea. the moon shone dimly through the kitchen windows, your eyes wandering out as you looked out towards the ocean. 

“are we okay?” he asked gently, scared to speak up as his voice was barely above a whisper. your eyes darted back to his, your eyebrow shooting up in confusion. 

“okay?”

“yeah, like,” he stuttered over his own words, “i’m sorry for the way i’ve been acting and treating you. can we just, put it all behind us and move on?” 

you bit down on your lip as he studied your facial features, looking for any signs of expression. you wanted things to go back how to it used to be, but you felt like everything he had put you through was enough to draw the line. 

but then again, it was tom. tom who has been here since day one. 

you sighed, grabbing your mug, “please don’t make me regret it, holland.”

he sent you a smile, “i won’t, i promise.”

you lifted the mug, sending him a fake cheers, “thanks for the tea.”

he nodded, watching you walk out of the kitchen, “anytime.”

you walked back upstairs, sitting down in the chair by the window. the sun was slowly starting to rise over the ocean. 

before you knew it, the sun was shining and you felt your phone buzzing on the bed, shawn’s contact popping up on your lockscreen. you cursed to yourself quietly, answering the phone. 

“hey,” you answered, immediately sitting up out of bed. you put the call on speaker as you made your way to your dresser. 

“hey,” his voice echoed through the phone, “you okay? just making sure you’re still meeting us at the shop.”

“yeah, i slept in late,” you said, slipping a tank top over your head as you fished shorts out of the next drawer, “i’ll be there in like ten minutes.” 

“it’s okay, take your time.” he reassured, “i’ll see you in a bit.”

“yep, see you in a bit.”

you said your goodbyes as you quickly tied on your shoes. you grabbed your purse and keys, running down the stairs. you ran out to the car, starting it before making your way quickly down the road. 

you pulled up to the shop, rushing as you got out and walked inside. you smiled when you saw shawn, his mom and his sister. aaliyah was first to hug you, then it was his mom, and then shawn as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“sorry i’m late.” you apologized. 

“‘s okay, fashionably late.” he smiled and you smiled back. you watched as aaliyah picked through dresses. you spent the next couple hours giving your opinions and telling her which ones look the best on her. 

she decided on a dress, white, of course, and it was flowy. it genuinely made her look like a princess. you gave her and her mom a hug before shawn walked you to your car, giving you a soft smile. 

“thanks for coming,” he smiled, “she loves you.”

you blushed, “she’s the best. i think i prefer her, actually.”

he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully, “yeah, okay.”

you looked down at the time on your phone, sighing before you opened your car door, “i better get going, kat should be in soon.”

he nodded, “i’ll see you tomorrow for your party?” 

you nodded, “definitely.”

you smiled as he kissed your lips softly. you kissed back, but something felt off. it didn’t feel how it used to with him. you brushed it off, telling yourself that it was just because you were tired.

you said goodbye before getting into the car, a call coming from kat as you started the engine. you answered the phone, tapping the green answer button on the touch screen. 

“hello?”

“guess who’s here early.” her voice chimed through the speakers of your car, making you laugh. 

“i’m leaving the shops now, i’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

“sounds good,” she said, “and then you have tell me everything about shawn, sam and tom when i see you.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing softly, “i’ll think about it.”

after a short drive, you picked up kat. she hugged you tightly before throwing her bags into the backseat and joining you in the car. you made your way to the ice cream place the two of you always went to when she first comes into town, sitting down at one of the tables as you split a sundae. 

“so,” she said, taking a bite of ice cream, “what’s the update?”

you shrugged, “tom asked if we were okay, i said ‘sure’, and that’s it.”

“what about shawn?”

you shrugged again, “i don’t know. when i kissed him earlier, everything felt different.”

“maybe it’s because you’re still in love with tom,” kat said and you bit down on your bottom lip. 

maybe she was right.

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Stitches

Max had been searching for a guitar for what felt like forever. He had moved to the big city straight out of college, hoping to find work, but fell in love with music instead. Thus, he was one of the thousands of struggling musicians, working odd jobs to make ends meet, and he dreamed of the day when he could finally afford to buy a guitar of his own. He scoured thrift stores, garage sales, and online marketplaces, but he could never seem to find the right one.

One day, Max was walking home from work when he stumbled upon a thrift store he had never seen before. He decided to pop in, just to see what they had, and that's when he saw it - the most beautiful guitar he had ever seen. It was love at first sight. Max approached the guitar and couldn't believe his luck. It was in excellent condition, and it was priced well within his budget. He felt like it was meant to be.

Max eagerly took the guitar back to his small apartment, and as he walked through the door, he felt his excitement reach new heights. He had always dreamed of owning a guitar of his own, and now, finally, that dream was within reach. He carefully placed the guitar on the floor of his apartment and sat down beside it. Picking it up and holding it to his torso, he got ready to play his favorite song: Stitches. He eagerly began strumming the first chord.

The vibrations of the guitar seemed to echo throughout his body, rippling and causing his body to pulsate. Max closed his eyes; the sounds of the music that he was making felt so good that he was overcome with pleasure. As Max played each chord, his body changed. The first chord caused his muscles to grow, and he felt his biceps bulge as they expanded. His arms became thicker and stronger, his veins popping out from under his skin. The second chord caused his chest to expand, and he felt his pecs become defined. His chest became wider, and his nipples grew larger. The third chord caused his legs to grow, and he felt his quads bulge as they expanded. His legs became thicker and stronger, his calf muscles rippling with each movement. The fourth chord caused his back to broaden, and he felt his lats become defined. His back became wider, and his shoulder blades grew larger.

His face became chiseled and defined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes became deeper set, and his eyebrows grew thicker. Opening his eyes and looking through his new curls, he peered down at his body. His body was covered in hair, and his clothes were tattered on the floor beside him. He had grown too large for them.

Max was in awe of his transformation. He had never felt so powerful, so strong, and so confident. He continued to play the guitar, and with each chord, he felt the magic of the instrument coursing through his veins. Max had become Shawn Mendes, the famous musician, and he was ready to take on the world.

[avenging-fandoms]

my tattoos and piercings!

if you want to know pain level on tattoo spots/piercings, i'll be 1000% honest

i have "Love always, mom" tattooed on my left wrist on the inside of my arm

captain america's shield on my right arm, close to where my elbow bends

shawn mendes' butterfly on my left bicep

the mandalorian helmet with flowers on my right bicep

the portland head lighthouse on back/right shoulder

3 small trees on my right arm, close to where my elbow bends

a poppy flower on my forearm, on the outside of my arm

angel wings with a halo and the date my grandma died close to my elbow on the outside of my arm

a swing set with "don't forget to play" on my ribs on the right

my first cat in daffodils on my right calf

piercings:

septum

right side nose

two ear lobe holes

and i USED to have my nipples pierced

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Elvis 18 number one hits, Harry ripped his pants love on tour Jan 2023, Niall the show live on tour bicep 2024, comments about Darren criss wearing a skirt 2024, Shawn mendes in underwear

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Shawn Mendes Puts His Biceps On Display During A Solo Hike In Santa Monica - https://iconichipster.com/shawn-mendes-puts-his-biceps-on-display-during-a-solo-hike-in-santa-monica/ #CelebSighting ...

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open to males; connection; your muse is my muse’s personal trainer - they have a history of working up a sweat during their sessions, but not in the way they’re supposed to be ;) could be happening in a public gym, a home gym, whatever works - i can roll with just about anything.

FC's I'd love to write against: Chord Overstreet, Nolan Gerard Funk, Shawn Mendes, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Henry Cavil, Tyler Hoechlin, and Joe Manganiello - but open to suggestions in my DMs!

Just as soon as Eliza picked up the cute, pink five-pounder, she set it right back down and sat back on her knees. “Nope, that one’s too heavy. I can’t do it.” She said with an exaggerated little pout, batting her lashes up at her muscular personal trainer who towered over her. “Show me how you do it again, please? I think I learn way more by watching you.” Her eyes immediately fell to his bulging bicep, which was flexed gloriously as he lifted the fifty-pounder with the greatest of ease. Her mouth fell open in awe, and her legs spread a bit to accommodate the arousal that immediately coursed through her system. “Wow…” Was all she could manage as she gawked at his impressive physique.

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No one: Not a Single Soul: Shawn Mendes:

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Shawn Mendes : "Shawn Mendes: In Wonder"

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Shawn Mendes photographed by Josiah Van Dien