“YOUR KISS MY CHEEK I WATCHED YOU LEAVE YOUR SMILE MY GHOST I FELL TO MY KNEEESSS WHEN YOURE YOUNG

never not missing you

here i am again

the shrill winter wind creeping its way into my bones

a crimson sweater hugging my body

sitting on a wooden park bench

pumpkin coloured trees all around

my lush lips shivering against the warmth of the coffee in the mug

heart longing for her arms to envelope me in a hug

the memories were still too strong

vivid pictures flowing through my mind

a heap of emotions flooding my body

at any given time

all the running wild

soon enough turned volatile

the loud smiles

and hallway laughs

turned into broken promises

and broken hearts

i tried my best to repair the damage that was done

fighting through the pain

all the places they planned on visiting when we went to london

all of it gone in vain

a silent tear snuck out of my eye and rolled down my cheek

it had been a long, excruciating week

all i wanted was for my best friend to be next to me

by my side when things got tough

but i realised then that people never stay

not even the ones you were sure of

whispered confessions • mason mount ┆instagram files, Y/N’s pov┆⋆

summary: an overview of your instagram during the holiday that Dec planned, which results in you spending more time with the person who hated you the most, Mason Mount. But is it all as it seems, or is this ‘hatred’ just a pretence for something else?

warnings: swearing

a/n: these instagram files will be linked to the ongoing series ‘whispered confessions’.

➪ read part one here

picture credits: pinterest and instagram 

yourusername

liked by sasha__rebecca, reecejames, and 497 others

yourusername impromptu holiday 🤍

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sophiaaemelia look at you 😍😍

          ↳ yourusername thank you beautiful <33

tammyabraham save me some pizza

         ↳ yourusername none for you since you ditched us

         ↳ tammyabraham I see how it is smh

masonmount  you’re blocking the view 😐

         ↳ yourusername I’ll block you in a second

3 days ago

yourusername

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yourusername helpp I can’t stop watching this 😂

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declanrice this is what I get for being nice and inviting you two on holiday

         ↳ masonmount  why did you get so scared bro? 😂😂😂

         ↳ yourusername  we’re just messing 😂

         ↳ declanrice  I’ll get both of you back one day

         ↳ masonmount  it won’t be as good as this!

jesselingard that’s mean. do it again.

2 days ago

yourusername

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yourusername sunset swims 🌊🌅 

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laurenfryer_   I don’t remember taking this picture x

         ↳ yourusername  that’s because you didn’t…

         ↳ laurenfryer_  @declanrice took it?

         ↳ masonmount  it was me 😁

         ↳ laurenfryer_  you two have been sneaking out? 👀

         ↳ masonmount  it wouldn’t be the first time 😉

         ↳ yourusername  don’t make it creepy @masonmount

benchilwell @masonmount you’re cheating on me? :(

1 day ago

yourusername

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yourusername utterly obsessed with @masonmount

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declanrice  you took your time

        ↳ yourusername it’s not true!! mason hacked my instagram

masonmount  it was inevitable

         ↳ yourusername fuck off

jackgrealish even I could see there was something going on between you two

         ↳ yourusername there’s nothing going on between us

         ↳ masonmount the kiss last night seems to say otherwise

         ↳ yourusername MASON WHAT THE FUCK DELETE THIS COMMENT NOW

         ↳ laurenfryer_ KISS? Y/N YOU DIDN’T MENTION A KISS ??

         ↳ benchilwell you’re kissing her now too, huh? knew you’d break my heart 💔

         ↳ yourusername shut up @benchilwell 🙄😂

50 minutes ago

I be like "omg, i have so much to do" and then go lay down

THIS LOVE ( TAYLOR’S VERSION)

the way all the different spidermans perfectly fit a older brother middle brother youngest brother dynamic with eachother can be so beneficial to someone’s mental health, someone being me,

Gay irl

[5:46 AM] — MIYA OSAMU

you’re not too sure what time it is, but you know it’s early when osamu lays himself over you, head digging into your chest as he steals your warmth. you groan, wrapping your arms around him as you pull the blanket higher over your bodies.

“what time is it?”

“almost six,” he hums. it’s quiet for a moment, you seem to be drifting back to sleep, and osamu grins in victory against your shirt before drifting off himself.

until you speak up.

“wait a second. aren’t you supposed to be on the couch?” his body freezes for a moment before he’s clutching onto you tightly while you’re trying to shove him off. “samu! get off!”

“no!”

“i’m serious, i’m still mad at you,” you huff. he frowns (though it’s more of a pout) and simply shakes his head.

“‘m not lettin’ go. ma back hurts. i’m cold too.”

“miya osamu—”

and before you can finish your sentence, there’s a soft bite at your chin that makes you stop.

“don’t call me by ma full name,” he grumbles, settling back down into your chest. “‘s rude.”

he has the audacity to grab your hand and plop it into his hair too, gesturing at you to play with the dark brown strands.

“did you just bite me?”

“and what if i did?” comes his quiet mumble, voice muffled by your shirt.

last night wasn’t exactly a big fight, it was a petty one if the both of you were being honest, but osamu should’ve admitted he was wrong, and his attitude was what landed him a spot on the couch. and to his dismay, you seem to fall asleep much easier without his embrace than he does without yours.

“what do you—you bit me,” you repeat incredulously. you smack his shoulder when he snickers quietly at your shock.

“didn’t even hurt, ya drama queen.” and you want to keep your facade of being mad, you want to tell him to go back to the couch until you’ve deemed he’s earned his spot back, but something about the way he nuzzles into you and kisses your collarbone before trying to fall asleep once more makes you give in.

he’s stubborn, you’ve come to know this a tad bit too well, but he’s also gentle. he plants one more spoonful of dinner to your plate when you tell him to stop, he pulls the sun visor down for you when the light shines in your face as he drives, he wakes up and puts socks on your feet when they feel like icicles against his calves, and he’s the only person who easily forgives you for your own stubbornness too—every time, without fail.

so you wrap your arm tightly around him, stroking through his locks as you mumble “you’re such a weirdo, you know that?”

“well, ‘s just the way i am, deal with it,” he mumbles back. and then you giggle, he laughs, you kiss his forehead, and he kisses your jaw—and you’re back to your usual routine, last night all forgotten.

“i love you,” you whisper.

“love ya too. and i also love yer cheeks, ‘m bitin’ them next.”

i am once again pushing that osamu’s love language is biting

The amazing spiderman 2 + letterboxd reviews

okay but imagine andrew’s peter goes back to his universe and immediately goes to visit gwen’s grave. he sits and talks to her for awhile, telling her that he made two new friend in one day— a record for him— then goes on and on about interdimensional travel and how her mind would be blown away by what he discovered. but then he says “you know, i was wrong. i was wrong, gwen. i always thought you would have wanted me to keep pushing— to keep being the friendly neighborhood spiderman and help people that don’t have anyone else there to help them. but i know now that you probably would have wanted me to be happy and forgive myself for what happened. to let you go and move on. to be peter parker. i said that i would never forgive myself for what happened, and honestly? i don’t know if i ever will, gwen. but i can try. i can try for you. so today i’m going to walk out of here and i’m going to try to be the peter parker you always thought i could be, not just the spiderman you knew i could be. i just— i just miss you a lot and i wish you were here to see that person.” then he leaves on his skateboard, accidentally running over a random guy around his age. the man yells at him a lot and peter profusely apologizes, offering to buy him a coffee to make up for running him over. the man agrees, but as he says his name so the barista can write it on his coffee, peter’s heart stops. his name is mj.