#16kdrabbles

You felt like a fool. An idiot.

Stop crying. Stop it. But you couldn’t. Because the tears just kept coming and your eyes kept watering and it was taking everything within you not to just burst into tears in that moment.

Don’t. Don’t do it.

“Hey.”

Your eyes fall shut at the sound of Peter’s voice, your shoulders tensing when his hand falls on them. You can’t stop yourself from crying when he speaks to you like that, all understanding and soft and god, could you be anymore pathetic?

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice cracking as you wipe at your tears. “I’m sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t– I don’t know why i’m crying.” Turning to him, you attempt at a smile, but it just looks like a grimace more than anything and you continue wiping at your eyes. “I’m being silly. I need to– It’s–”

“It’s okay,” Peter whispers, ducking his head slightly to meet your gaze. “Hey, it’s okay.”

You shake your head.

Peter’s grip tightens slightly, and he calls for you, making you look at him once again.

“It’s okay to cry.”

And that’s all it takes. Those four words. Suddenly, you can’t hold it back anymore and a choked sob leaves your lips, your vision blurring as your eyes shut, biting your lip.

“Hey, hey,” Peter whispers, moving to wrap his arms around you. It’s a little awkward given that you’re in a car, but he makes it work and it’s enough to help you calm, even just a little. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry.

“This was a mistake.”

Blinking, you turn to your brother; “i’m not sure I understand your meaning.”

Jim’s eyes dull, his expression turning humorless as he shakes his head. “Very funny,” he says monotonously, “you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

“No,” you shrug, putting emphasis on the word. “I really don’t.”

There’s a pause, then; “you tricked me!”

“Pardon me?”

“Y/N.”

“Jim, listen,” fiercely avoiding his glare, you put both your hands on his steering wheel. “I didn’t trick you, I merely bargained with you. Mom and dad won’t teach me how to drive, so, you’re going to.”

“Mom and dad won’t teach you because you drive like a maniac.”

“Precisely why you’re helping me!”

The smile doesn’t lessen his glare.

Sighing, your shoulders drop; “Jim,” you whine, “please.”

And you know he can’t resist you, especially when you pout. It’s proven when his glare facades and he lets out a loud huff before turning to his right and grabbing his seat-belt. “Fine,” he mumbles, “but no more than an hour. Some of use have work.”

(wasn’t sure if this is for my 16k drabble celebration, but, i assumed it was. hope you don’t mind!)

His grip wouldn’t leave your hand.

One look at him and you knew he was tired, but he just refused to leave. It was as if he was glued to his spot and nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to get him to leave.

Even your hand was starting to cramp.

“Thor,” you call, voice a hushed whisper. It manages to catch his attention easily enough, and suddenly Thor’s head springs up, blinking rapidly before his gaze focuses on your own and he smiles.

“Hey,” he calls in response, voice warm. “How you feeling?”

“Good, good,” you assure, nodding your head. Then, as your words trail, you continue on; “which is why… you don’t have to sit here, Thor. I’ll be out by the morning, there’s no need–”

“I’m not going,” Thor cuts off gently with ease. It causes you to pause, lips left parted as your brows furrow at him. 

“What?”

“I won’t leave until a doctor comes to see you.”

“Thor–”

“There’s no point arguing,” Thor interrupts once more, his smile brightening with warmth and love and just everything in between. “I’m not going.”

So, you relent, lean back with a sigh, but still, you can’t stop the small smile from growing on your lips.

“Just one thing, Thor?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you let go of my hand?”

He blinks, brows furrowing; “why?”

Finally.

Finally.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your brother’s voice causes something to snap. Shift. You’re not sure. You just feel it and then your vision is blurring because of the tears welling in your eyes and you just can’t stop the sob that leaves your lips, burning from the throat.

Every bruise and mark and scar on your body seems to ache in that moment, because it’s finally, finally over.

Daughters are supposed to love their fathers. Children are supposed to love their parents. But all you feel is hatred and betrayal when you think of yours, because he’s never loved you. Not once. So, why should you love him? Two children and all he’s ever done is beat them, yell at them and tear them down. How can you love that?

But now he’s gone and you’re free and so is Isaac and it just brings such a mix of emotions that you’re not even sure what you feel. You know you’re relieved, happy even, however a part of you is sad. And that leaves you confused. Baffled. Because you’d been so sure of your hatred and now you’re just lost.

So, when your brother calls your name, you just crack. Because it’s been years of harbouring and you’re just done.

His arms wound around you, pulling you against his chest and holding you close. It feels good, in an odd sort of way. Because finally it’s someone holding you, taking care of you, and even though you wouldn’t have ever let your father touch Isaac if you had the chance to stop it, it feels nice to be the one protected.

Just for once.

So, you let yourself fall. You bury your head into the crook of his neck and just sob, because finally, finally;

“I feel like a fool.”

“Y/N–”

“I’m a fool.”

You wipe at your tears, your cheeks red. Could you get any more pathetic? You weren’t sure, but it sure didn’t feel like it. It felt like you were at the bottom in that moment, all eyes on you even if there was only a single pair.

Lorenzo’s hands falling on your cheeks is what pulls you from your thoughts. You blink, staring up at him through your lashes, vision somewhat blurry as he only smiles down at you, shaking his head. “You’re not a fool,” he assures, his grip secure, tight and warm. Even just his words are enough, despite the tears that flood your gaze all over again.

“I am,” you whisper, voice cracking.

“No,” Lorenzo whispers, his voice soft, “you’re not.”

“Lorenzo–”

Then, suddenly, his lips are on your own. It stuns you, surprises you. You feel your shoulders tense, lock into place, your breath hitches and for a moment you’re left wondering; what the hell is happening?

But then Lorenzo’s pulling away, and you’re staring into his warm and loving eyes all over and all it takes is a few simple words;

I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out how to properly thank you all for sixteen thousand followers, and I’m just out of ideas 😅

So, I’ve decided to do some drabbles!! They’ll be really short, but, as creative as I can possibly make them!!

RULES:

You must be following me.

You must choose only ONE of the characters listed below.

You can choose any prompt you’d like from anywhere, but only ONE!

Please send the drabble and character to my ask box — if sent anywhere else, it will be ignored.

CHARACTERS:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker

Steve Harrington

Mike Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Richie Tozier

Stan Uris

Bill Denbrough

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Jaime Lannister

Lorenzo De Medici

Giuliano De Medici

Francesco Pazzi

Zach Dempsey

Justin Foley

Scott Reed

Jim Halpert

Stiles Stilinski

Isaac Lahey

Liam Dunbar

I will be accepting drabbles up until this Friday. Not all prompts will be answered instantly — be patient.