what's your motive?
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cause i see you tryin, subliminally tryin
to see if I'm gon' be the one that's in your arms
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Waking up in Pietro's arms was something I never thought I'd feel or experience in my life. His smell overwhelmed me: Head and Shoulders shampoo and cheap cologne. I don't know why, but it was incredibly comforting. To be in his presence, to be with him. It unexpectedly became home to me.
A hint of a vibration hit my head as I heard Pietro groan and wake up. "Morning, babe."
I turned around and gazed into Pietro's brown eyes. A sigh escaped his throat and he placed a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in and kissing my forehead. Pietro was just so sweet towards me and I had no idea why.
Pietro stirred in my bed and before I knew it, he grew panicked. He looked over at me and bit his lip, "I'm sorry. We shouldn't have done this, (Y/N)."
His necklace glowed purple and my pupils dilated. The purple energy was surging through the beads and I let out a soft breath, "It's okay. Just... Stay safe. Okay?"
Pietro nodded and jumped out of my bed, zooming out the door. I bit my lip and ran after him but before I could get to him, he was out the door. I let out a frustrated sigh. I don't even know why he was here. What the hell was his motive to even come over?
For the next few days, I barely left my house except to only get groceries. The whole Pietro and I complicated relationship had me really down, especially since he never came back over the next few days. It was just utter silence from day to night.
I was resting on my couch when I heard my door woosh open. Pietro?
"Hey, I thought I'd stop by." I heard him say and I turned to look at him.
I could tell his face fell due to the sudden anger that overtook me, "What's your deal, Pietro?"
Pietro scrunched his eyebrows as if he didn't know what I was talking about. I knew he was playing dumb, "What do you mean, (Y/N)?"
I groaned with frustration and grabbed him by his shirt, dragging his face close to mine, "First, you fuck me and then leave the next morning. And then, you disappear for like five days," I let go of his shirt and huffed, "I can't tell if you like me or not. Are you leading me on?"
"Don't stress about it, babe. It's nothing to worry about." Pietro said, trying to pull away from my hold.
I pulled him in even closer, locking eyes with him, "God, you are bullshitting me so hard right now just... Just go. It's obvious you like me when you keep coming back to me for more, but you can't talk straight. Listen to yourself, Pietro!" I raised my voice in frustration.
I just wanted this hot, beautiful man to be honest with me. My grip on his shirt loosened and I hung my head in shame for letting my anger get to me. "Pietro, if you like me I'm yours. Okay? I... I can't explain as to why but I feel like I know you from somewhere. But where? I have no idea."
I let out a chuckle, shoving my face in my hands, "I sound like a broken record."
Pietro's hands guided themselves to mine and he pulled them away from my face, gazing into my eyes, "You don't. What you feel is valid and... I wish I could tell you what's happening but-"
Before Pietro could finish his sentence, purple energy wrapped itself around his mouth and dragged Pietro out of my home. I was horrified by what I just witnessed. What the fuck is going on in this town and who hurt Pietro?