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This party was everything but Sevika. While she preferred the quietness of celebrating with her daughter—a simple takeaway that would fulfill the both of you, the night time where she’d take you out and spoil her child with whatever you wanted, you insisted with widened, bubbly eyes that this party would be the first and last time you’d do something like this.

It was your sweet sixteen, after all, and after the prolonged, gruelling effort of upraising you, Sevika reluctantly indulged in your idea with a small, agreed grunt.

She just didn't like the fact her babygirl was growing up. Sure, you now had her sarcastic bite and that fuelling spirit of fire that told others you were definitely Sevika’s child, but she remembered your mushy face as a baby, your stubborn glare that always left her feeling more hopeless than amused just because of the mere fact Sevika knew her own piercing gaze was more solid than a body hitting water from above altitude.

She had dealt with your toddler-tantrums to your fussy teenager meltdowns, and somehow she handled it better than a normal parent would. It turns out having a carbon copy of her wasn’t as bad as she expected. More so, even if Sevika would never admit it, it was actually kind of cool.

Of course that was despite the petty disputes where you both sounded like a grumpy, unwilling version of herself.

But now you were here, in a room that felt too bright with flashing lights that beamed like you were amidst a crowd of paparazzi blinding Sevika’s eyelids whole.

She looked out of place—a tank stranded on a party-island that took most of the space with an air of awkwardness about it. You had told her not to linger around, that an ‘intimidating lady such as herself’ would scare all your friend’s hair into a bumpy action of frisson that left them standing like saluting soldiers on the clock, struck with shell-shock.

But Sevika merely scoffed at that.

“Now that would be a sight.” She snorted, a sound that never really felt real until you came into her life, beaming up the crevices of her usually devoid days where it felt like you brought the sun with you.

“That would be a sight…” you mocked, tuning your voice into a gravelly, hoarse tone that was a poor copy of her choice of words. “They arrive in an hour, I don’t need some grumpy old women ruinin’ my party.”

“This grumpy old woman paid for that party.” She fired back, eyebrows arched in a silent challenge that left crooked, thick lines above from the amount of times they seemed to jolt into action whenever you two playfully argued.

“Yeah well now you’re also stinking it out with that cigar.” You gestured vaguely towards her, eyeing the cancer-stick that never seemed to leave her two fingers. You’re sure you would’ve seen a bumpy-indent from the constant fixed cigar that was immobile between her digits once it had been ripped away.

“Fine. I’ll go. Don’t make too much noise-”

You cut her off with a loud, prolonged huff.

“It’s a party, mum. I’ll make as much noise as I want.” You pulled a face when her back turned from you, a petulant action Sevika caught out the corner of her eye but refused to acknowledge. She didn’t need any more grey hairs from you then what you had already given her.

Once her footsteps became a distant backdrop to accompany the creak of the doors ridges wailing closed, you waited with an excited string that translated into anxiety settling into your stomach.

Half an hour went by. No one showed up. Expected, anticipated, foreseen. You aligned the tissues on the table, took a cheeky bite of food that melted in your mouth. Just another half an hour to go.

A half an hour that rolled by torturously slow with the lack of Sevika to be your make-do entertainment, which in reality, was just you annoying her.

The silence stretched out—your strained smile a veneer for how you really felt. There were no knocks. No taps. No whispers of a hoard of friends trying to act secretive. Just a silence that was questioning you, hanging over your head like a bounty waiting to be paid off.

You were sat as one more hour rolled by, the foreign quietness marked absent when Sevika’s footsteps cracked the air into dissipating beneath her feet.

She took you in—sitting at the table alone, ten other pulled up chairs vacuous. Your finger trailed along the rim of a nearby cup, the plastic material creaking underneath the pressure of your finger.

You didn’t let her see your face—those watery eyes that felt like a betrayal to the nonchalance you wanted to show. You wanted to handle this with the coolness Sevika handled situations, with an air of indifference surrounding her stoutly figure that could handle almost about anything.

“They didn’t show?” Her tone was livid, a string of resentment she tried to hide behind the following grunt leaving her. But nothing could hide the fury bubbling below her irises.

You didn’t reply, sure that you would let out a choked sob if you did. The emptiness felt like a wound ripped open inside of you.

“It’s fine.” You whispered, biting harshly down onto your bottom lip as your knuckles turned a pure-pearly white against the grasp of the cup that snapped under your weight. “I’m sure they’re…just busy. I don’t care.”

Busy. Sure. Because even if you were arriving five minutes late to a party, you would’ve texted your friends. A message that felt unreciprocated between them.

“Your friends are stupid.” Sevika spewed out—a rush of rage she couldn’t keep contained from seeing her babygirl so hopeless and down. She took steps forward, sitting down adjacent to you.

“It’s fine.” It was almost like you were trying to convince yourself with the repetition—a text saying they wouldn’t show would’ve hurt less, but the reticence felt like you had friends made of wax, noiseless and still.

“You don’t have to lie to me. I know you better than anyone else,” she eyed the crisps laying stale on the table, letting out a sigh. “I’m your mum after all, kid.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed, dragging a hand down your face to avoid her snagging a look at your puffy-red eyes. “See you more than my friends and I barely see you anymore. What friends they are huh.”

Your words felt like a punch to her gut, re-opening a cut that was already sore from past stitches. She knew she rarely saw you anymore—not when Silco had her surveying the lanes like his own, personal turret. But she didn’t expect you to be this open about it.

Maybe at the end of the day you were exactly like her; hiding the sentiments of what really bothered you deep below below a mesh of play-pretend.

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Amelia and Kai knew that there's a cracking in their relationship. They didn't know how or when it happened. This said cracks are beginning to grow at a fast rate, and they both know the reason.

Amelia jumps too fast into another relationship, not letting herself fully move on.

Kai went back to her because they didn't like the job they left her for.

A metaphorical crack became a fault, and it started to part rather faster. One of them on the opposite sides, wherever this quake might lead, it's for sure not going to end for them to be together.

Their diversion will somehow lead to her's and your's diversion.

Someone had offered Kai a job, far from where they currently recide. They were going to talk with Amelia about it, but it turned into a fight, and eventually, their break up.

Amelia found a letter on the coffee table when she went home. She read who it was addressed and saw Kai's name. Seeing that it was already opened, she decided to read it. It was the letter offering Kai a job, somewhere far. Her mind suddenly starts to fog, and she starts to play scenarios in her mind. She starts to doubt Kai.

When Kai went home, Amelia greeted them with a question, "What's this?" She said while holding the letter on her hand, waving it to Kai. "You're going to leave and take this job again. I'm such an idiot!" She accused them. "What are you talking about? I was going to discuss it with you--" Kai defended, but Amelia quickly cuts them off, "Oh. So, you're actually considering it. " "What?!" Kai asked, their starting to get annoyed.

A: GO! Leave, like everybody else has-- the only one who never left me is Y/N, and I was dumb enough to leave her, just ao I can be with you.

K: Oh. Y/N, the great and perfect y/n, of course. Are you even going to admit that you're still in love with her? All this time?

A: Do not put this on me.

K: For fucks sake, Amelia stop bullshiting me.

Amelia and Kai's eyes start to water. Their word stinging each other.

A: I'm going home.

K: But you are home

A: I'm going home

K: What are you talking abo-- *walks up to Amelia and scans her face* Did you use again? Are you high?

A: *felt like a truck hit her out of nowhere* OH MY GOD. --I can't believe you'd think that, and even have the nerve to say it out loud. I AM NOT HIGH. I'm actually more sober than I'd ever been.

They were quiet for a moment, tears running down their faces.

K: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just--

A: Can you stop explaining yourself for once and just own your mistake?

K: I'm sorry, I really am.

They look into each other eyes.

A: This was never going to last, is it?

K: I guess not.

Amelia hugged Kai as if it's going to be the last. "We need to break up before we kill each other," Amelia said, which made Kai sigh and chuckle. "I'm going home." Amelia said once more.

Amelia held Kai's hand and looked into their eyes and said:

"You're like a drug

I'm always gonna want you

Cause I'm an addict

Even though you're not good for me

You had this hold on me

That keeps me wanting more

Even if it hurts

But I want to sober up

I want to be free of you

So, I'm going to get help

And I'm going home."

She let's go of Kai's hand and left the house they lived in together.

Then she went to you. Her home.

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Someone was knocking at your door, very late at night. When you got to the door, you slightly opened it to see who was on the other side. It was Amelia. You can tell she's been crying because her eyes are red and puff, you fully open the door, "Hey, Ames. What's up? Are you okay? Please, come in. " A voice inside the house called your name and asked if it was the pizza. Amelia scoffs, "You're with someone-- Sorry, I shouldn't have come here." Amelia ran off, and you're left confused.

Amelia kept walking. She wasn't even looking left and right when she crossed the street. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even realise someone was following her. She didn't see that the light was green, so she just kept walking. She didn't notice the car coming at her until it's too late for her to make a move, she's paralysed. Just when she's about to get hit by the car, someone had pulled her up and saved her life.

It was you. She was drowning, and you pulled her out of the abyss.

You check if she's okay. "Ames, are you okay?"

"Y/N" was all Amelia could say.

"What were you thinking?" You stated and concern evident in your tone and in your eyes 'that you don't love me anymore,' she thinks to herself. "Are you alright?" You inquired again. "I am now. You just saved my life... in more ways than one, " she assured you.

You asked her to come home and spend the night in your house.

When you got there, she looked around and did a quick scan of the house. The voice she had heard earlier was not present anymore. It was your sister and you asked her to leave. She didn't question who it was, though, and left it on her mind to ask in the morning.

You let her sleep in your bed, as you can see that she needs it more than you.

In the morning, she wakes up first and cooks for you, just like old times, but not exactly like old times.

‎ ‎ㅤㅤㅤLYLA says it would be pretty fun if the Spider Society hosts

a beach party ! ofc, miguel disagrees at first, but does he have a choice? he ain't the boss here no mo. /hj

LYLA explains with a whole ass chart on how it would improve their working behaviors and stuff! Miguel listens for hours and just says a simple "Fine. They can have a beach party." with a disappointed sigh.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤵︎ ㅤ☆★ㅤ AT THE BEACH ㅤ! ㅤ૮₍ ˃ 𖥦 ˂ ₎ა

♡ After Miguel's... speech and warnings, everyone went crazy and chaotic, running all around the beach happily.

♡ Games! Yay! First up, Beach Volleyball! You, Gwen and Peter Porker destroyed the first game...

♡ EVERYONE WAS VERY COMPETITIVE AND AGGRESSIVE DURING THE GAME, especially Miguel...

♡ During the second round, Gwen serves... and hits Miles' precious sand castle... she had to apologize a lot + a bunch of popsicles. But Miles loves her and ofc forgives her!! #happyendingfr

♡ Miguel nearly hit Spiderman Noir in the face while mans was just standing idly because he was admiring the variety of colors of the beach everywhere, if it weren't for your + his spidey senses, poor Spiderman Noir would've been hit so hard in the face.

♡ It became a little hazard after and Miguel decided to cancel the game.

♡ Lunch break!! The cleaners were so tired of cleaning that entire ass table cuz it was so messy...

♡ You hung out with Miles and Gwen, building a bunch of sand castles and shell collecting.

♡ Surfing!! Miles just laid down on his stomach on the surfboard and was so afraid when the giant wave took him. Shivering his timbers.

♡ Gwen has a bunch of balance from her ballet experiences, she lowk looked like a natural.

♡ Hobie chilling in a melon floatie and breaking Miguel's beach rules with Pavitr whilst everyone surfed...

♡ But after awhile they do join! They got on one surfboard together and it was hard to balance it because the surfboard couldn't really handle their weight... But it was tons of fun for sure!

♡ Miguel was just doing his default hand on hips/waist pose whilst just riding the wave. He was more calmer than the usual here.

♡ Peter B. Parker was taking care of Mayday, so unfortunately, he couldn't join, but he took lots of pictures of Mayday! Everyone found her adorable fr

♡ Peni Parker went with Peter Porker, and they were both scared, they had life jackets on because Miguel didn't want them drowning...

♡ LEGO Spiderman was on Miguel's shoulder the entire surf time, no one just noticed because he was so tiny.

fight or flight begins to click in as that infernal clicking noise begins to burrow it’s way into your head, echoing, echoing, filling up every spare bit of silence in the room around you. 

your heartrate picks up, fragmenting each breath falling from your lips- before it stops. 

before the hand stops the blade with a single finger, running it back into it’s place. 

stoic as always, the shadowed form adjusts the magnet weighting beyond the polished surface of the metronome, resetting it before the blade begins to tick again. 

one hundred beats. 

these beats were much slower than the ones from before; but still holding an urgent pacing to them. 

urging your heartbeat to slow down, but still be on edge. you weren’t out of danger yet, or completely safe from the risk you’d been in just moments before. of course, with the fast change in pulsing, it doesn’t help to have it going slower. 

your mind latches onto the sound as the only noise within the confines of the empty room, utterly still other than your own breathing and the metronome. 

the ticking drags you in. it doesn’t have as much as an impact on your nervous system as the previous beats had, but it lures you in. keeps you waiting for the next tick to ring out. 

still on edge. 

another pale index finger reaches out to stop the blade’s ticking, readjusting the weighting as your vision blurs, oddly...tired, from the loss of the sound.

 where were you ? 

lucky for you, that confusion was cleared up fast enough, as the hand begins to swing once more. 

sixty beats per minute. 

as the ticking fades back in around you, each tick causes your body to relax. to slump back into the armchair you’d been seated in. 

relax. 

just focus on the sound around you, and the silence. 

focus on the lack of it. 

focus on the way your breathing’s aligning with the swing and bar, each and every one. 

rise 

(click)

and

(click)

fall. 

it wasn’t an intentional change, either, your mind molding around the sound as you take it your system. having adapted to the click. 

clinging to it, really. like it was your lifeblood. 

the metronome stops.

once again, the hand reaches forward, and slows the magnet to it’s furthest setting, dragging the blade back as its’ eyes watch you. 

release. 

click .

this time, it’s torturously slow. 

each click rings out with three seconds of the other, a drastic change from the per-second beats previously. 

your head falls back, eyes glossing over with the beat. 

one. 

breathe. 

two. 

breathe. 

three.