shut up
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so maybe you should shut up
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I woke up, feeling a wave of nausea hit me. The light twinkled through the blinds and fell upon my eyes. I winced slightly, the sound leaving my mouth. I couldn't remember how I got here nor why I was here. The need to get out of bed was so strong. It felt like a gravitational pull was taking me somewhere I didn't understand. Somewhere, I felt I was needed.
My legs kicked off the (F/C) covers and swung over the bed, my toes touching the hardwood floor. The cold temperature that seeped into the ground sent chills up throughout my body, making the hair on my body stand up in response. Yeah, something definitely wasn't right.
My feet took me out of my room, leaving the queen-sized bed that once held my delicate, frail body. Running where I could feel my mental compass could take me, the door to my moderately small house opening. I looked back and... Nothing did that? No one was there? There wasn't time to ask questions.
Before I knew it, I was at the door of a two-story, rock-stoned, suburban home. The red-wood encrusted door was a bit intimidating to stand in front of, but I decided to knock on it anyways. I stood there and twiddled my fingers, noticing that I was still in my pajamas. My face grew red from embarrassment but before I could go back and change, the door opened.
"Hi (Y/N)!" I saw the tall, red-head woman say to me. She... She seemed familiar to me but not at the same time? I couldn't understand the feelings I was having inside of me.
"Hi, Wanda," I was pulled in by a gravitational, almost dark, force. "How long do I need I to babysit the twins for?"
The woman, who I presume is called Wanda, smiled at me and closed the door with a flick of her finger, "Does an hour work for you?"
I walked over to the couch and laid across it. I smiled back at her, "Of course, Wanda! You know Billy and Tommy love me!"
The front door opened up and I heard Wanda's footsteps trail outside, leaving the house. I... I don't know why I'm here? But there was a stinging sensation in my brain, causing me to snap back to reality. I got up from the couch and strolled toward the stairs, "Twins!"
The two young kids raced downstairs and I met their faces: I immediately knew who these two were. I beamed, "You guys can do whatever you want until your mom comes home, 'kay?" I plopped onto the warm sofa again, "I'm just gonna stay here and rest."
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
In my dreamland, I was in the middle of a field. There was a figure who was sort of close to me: his silver hair blew in the breeze and he turned around and faced me, a purple hue surrounding his figure. I noticed how tall he was and... Wow, he was walking towards me. What did he want? The silver-haired man pulled me in and I looked into his brown, chestnut eyes. Our lips brushed against each other-
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
I rolled over and fell off the couch, startled by the sudden yelling.
"Stop lying to me!" I heard an English voice say as I looked up and saw Wanda and... I presume her husband? They were levitating in the air.
I ran upstairs to see if the twins were away and safe. Billy and Tommy were curled up in their rooms. I felt bad when I saw them tremble in fear about what's going on between their parents. My motherly instincts kicked in and I brought them into a hug, trying to soothe their anxiety, "Hey, hey. Billy, Tommy. Everything is gonna be okay, I promise. No one can hurt you."
"B-But Auntie (Y/N), why are Mom and Dad fighting?" I heard Billy muffle into my shoulder. I let my arm drape on his back and attempted to comfort him.
Yes, their... Their nickname for me was Auntie (Y/N). I wasn't their real aunt, but they gave me the name since I babysat them so many times for Wanda.
I hugged them tighter, "Sometimes parents get into a disagreement and they try to deal with it in any way they can. Some methods aren't the best, but they're trying to work through it."
Suddenly, the hair on my skin stood up. I felt a new presence in the house. I looked towards the door then back at the twins, "I'll be back, I'm going to see what's going on downstairs." I raced down the stairs, "Hey, Wanda. What's going on-" And I met face to face with the man in my dreams.
My heart stopped. How could I even have seen him before I came here? The silvernette stepped towards me, "Hey, sis. Who's this hot stuff?"
I went to open my mouth to say something but Wanda ran over to me, scoffing at the mystery man. "This is my best friend, (Y/N). Annddd she is off-limits! (Y/N), this is Pietro."
I extended my hand out to meet his and I felt a spark fly through my body, "Nice to meet you, Pietro." I chuckled to myself after. Pietro was already making me flustered with how flirty he was.
I just needed to shut up and let everything fall into place while I'm in this magical place. Pietro. He seemed special.