#Crybaby

[crybabylipstick]

Melanie Martinez via Instagram story's looking she came out of a vintage film 🤍📽️

[e1lqix]

Womp womp

I WISH I HAD A MOUTH.

[an-island-of-bunnies]

another halloween comic! uwu

[chloeangelbaby]

You don’t love me

Crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron

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It had been weeks of the same routine. Rafe was up early, gone all day, and by the time he got home, he was too exhausted to do anything but collapse into bed. You understood at first—Rafe worked hard, and running a company wasn’t easy. But as the days turned into weeks, his absence began to gnaw at you.

Tonight, you’d reached your limit.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, when the craving hit. You wanted ice cream, something sweet and cold to take your mind off the void of Rafe’s company. You peeked into the kitchen but found nothing that would satisfy you.

“Rafe?” you called, walking into the bedroom where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yeah?” His voice was tired, his eyes barely lifting to meet yours.

“I wanna go for a drive. We can stop and get ice cream or something,” you said, your tone hopeful.

Rafe sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Baby, I can’t tonight. I’m dead on my feet. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

The casual dismissal stung. “No, it can’t wait,” you snapped, your voice rising. “You’ve been saying that all week! Tomorrow, tomorrow—what about me, Rafe?”

“I’m doing this for us,” he said, his tone defensive. “I’m not saying no because I want to. I’m exhausted, okay?”

You stared at him, your emotions bubbling over. Before you knew it, you were crying, your chest heaving with sobs. “You don’t care! You don’t care about me anymore!”

Rafe frowned, standing up. “That’s not fair, and you know it.”

“Fair?” you spat, your voice cracking as you stomped your foot. “What’s not fair is you ignoring me all the time! All I wanted was a stupid drive, and you can’t even give me that!”

“Dolly—”

“Don’t call me that!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your words tumbled out in a jumble, barely making sense. “You don’t listen to me! You don’t care! You just… you just—”

You weakly shoved at his chest, your small fists thumping against him as you hiccupped and choked on your sobs. Rafe stood there, letting you vent, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to grab you or give you space.

“You’re mean! And, and… I hate you!” you wailed, though you didn’t mean it.

Finally, Rafe had enough. “Alright,” he said, his voice firm. He grabbed your wrists gently but firmly, holding them still. “That’s enough, baby. Stop.”

But you didn’t stop. “You don’t love me!” you blubbered, your head dropping forward as you sobbed uncontrollably.

Rafe sighed, pulling you into his chest despite your protests. “I love you more than anything,” he murmured, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “But you’ve got to calm down, okay? You’re working yourself up too much.”

“I-I can’t!” you hiccupped, your body shaking in his hold.

“Yes, you can,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Breathe, Dolly. Come on, with me. In and out.”

You tried, but the sobs kept breaking through, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Rafe scooped you up and carried you to the bed, sitting down with you in his lap. He started rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles, his chin resting on top of your head.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I just… I just wanted…” you sniffled, unable to finish your sentence.

“I know,” he said softly. “I know, baby. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately, haven’t I?”

You nodded against his chest, your tears soaking his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice full of genuine regret. “You’re right—I haven’t been around enough. I’ll fix it, okay? Starting tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” you mumbled, your voice small and wobbly.

“Promise,” he said, lifting your chin so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “And tonight, I’ll make it up to you. We’ll stay up and watch whatever you want, or I’ll run out and get ice cream. Anything you need, baby.”

You sniffled, wiping your face with your sleeve. “Just want you…”

“You’ve got me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

Your sobs began to subside, your breathing evening out as Rafe continued to hold you close. You clung to him, your face buried in his neck, finally feeling the comfort you’d been craving.

“Love you,” you whispered.

“Love you more, Dolly,” he murmured, his voice a soft promise against your hair.

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[softbabybelle]

𝜗𝜚 c!w. reader has neglectful parents, bad habits, sick!reader, soft!rafe.

growing up, you'd always been weary of confrontation of any kind, whether it was good or bad.

you had your parents to thank for that. once you entered a room, you saw the way they'd look down, sighing heavily or uttering something about being busy. you didn't spend all that much time with them. and when you were around, they ushered words out of you quickly, making as little conversation as possible.

sometimes you wondered how cruel they were to decide to have kids at all.

last summer you'd met a boy named rafe cameron, though you'd always known of him. he was sort of infamous in outerbanks, known vividly all over figure eight.

he could be sort of loud, jumpy and had this angry scowl often etched to his face. and then there was you, shy and quiet, mumbling words that hardly reached his ears because of the short volume you used. but rafe didn't seem to mind, too enamoured by the way your lips moved or the way your cheeks would tinge pink.

it didn't take long for rafe to want you.

and what rafe wanted, rafe got.

you began dating the boy less than a month after knowing him. now, a couple months had passed and every day you were learning more about the boy.

his father, ward, had passed away leaving tannyhill to himself after rose took wheezie and abandoned him, sarah now living on the cut with her fiance, john b.

rafe was also learning more about you.

cracking your shell had been more dificult than he thought. nonetheless, you were slowly but surely opening up to rafe about little things.

on one occasion you'd been seated on the kitchen counter while rafe stirred some sauce in a pot, making dinner for you both. "oh, no i hate hospitals!" you'd uttered. it had something to do with your conversation, you were sure. but now, you couldn't really remember how.

"me too." he'd agreed. he'd moved so that he was stationed between your legs, hands running up and down your thighs in a soft, non-sexual, manner. "with how clumsy you are, 'm surprised you've never broken anything."

"i broke my leg before." you admitted, voice dropping low. you often got quieter when rafe got closer. it was almost as if you were scared raising your volume may annoy him.

his brows shot up to his forehead. "what? how come i never knew this?"

you shrugged your shoulders. "wasn't a big deal. i didn't have to go to the hospital or anything, jus' stayed in bed for a while." you reminisced on the few weeks you'd gotten off of school.

"sweetheart, 'm pretty sure your parents would've sent you to the hospital if you broke your leg."

"I didn't tell them."

and the four words made rafe's heart still. he knew this must have been a long time ago, you hadn't lived with your parents for a while now. but still, his heart ached dully at the thought of you, with a broken leg and nobody to turn to.

and most of all. how did they not notice?

rafe made up his mind about your parents very early on in your relationship.

you were still having a difficult time figuring out how you felt about them.

it was late now, moon looming over tannyhill while rafe scribbled down words onto a piece of paper in what used to be ward's office, which was now his.

rafe realised he hadn't heard anything from his sweet girl in the past while, noticing the eerie silence against the walls. however, as if you'd been listening in on his thoughts, his eyes snapped up to the sound of the floorboards creaking.

there you were, peeking in the doors of the office, biting your lip hesitantly.

almost like you were scared to speak.

"hey, baby." his soft words were enough to have your muscles suddenly loosening. he pushed his chair away from the desk, patting his thigh. "c'mere."

you hadn't seen much of rafe today for he was busy dealing with business. you didn't want to disturb him, in case he was too busy.

but nonetheless, you did as you were told.

you all but scurried across the office, finding every bone in your body go slack as you sat on his lap, where he wanted you. "y'okay?" he brushed a few strands of hair from your face. you looked flushed. you nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. "look like you wanna ask me somethin', princess."

"do you, uhm..." your fingers trailed against his shirt, taking in every texture and stitch. you didn't want to bother rafe by making him get up and go looking for things. "do you know where the painkillers are? can't find 'em anywhere."

"painkillers?" his jaw tensed and untensed, eyes softening at you. "for what?"

you felt your cheeks heat up. you hoped he wasn't angry with you for bothering him while he was oh so busy. "headache." is all you uttered, not wanting to 'inconvenience' him with your 'issues'.

"you've a headache?" his palm was suddenly against your forehead, gauging your temperature. low and behold, you were awfully warm. "how long you been feeling icky, huh, baby?"

"a while." you shrugged before swallowing thickly. "'m sorry."

"hey, hey." his thumb pushed your chin up, noticing your sudden shift in moods. "what're you sorry for?"

"you're working." you mumbled. "'n 'm complaining 'cause i feel sick 'n―"

"stop, stop, baby, look at me." his hands were cupping your face oh so gently making your stomach feel kind of funny. it was this unfamiliar feeling of being comforted, cared for. a feeling you'd spent your entire life searching for. "i wanna hear everything you have to say to me, alright? everything, all the time, until my ears fall off. sound good?"

a small giggle escaped your lips. "sounds good."

his fingers moved to your hip bones, gently caressing the skin. "how 'bout we go get some painkillers in you 'n then go watch a movie, hm?"

the idea made your heart flutter, you played with the loose thread of his shirt. "sure you're not too busy?" words so small. you were sure that you would blink and the moment would be over, that you'd be that same young girl, hiding your broken leg from your parents because 'all you ever did was complain'.

"never too busy for m'girl. c'mon." and he stood, with you still in his arms, legs tangling around his hips.

[saddcloud]

Obsesión mutua es lo que me gusta

[afropearl]

new candles otw <3

[invincibledc]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

Poor reader who’s so sensitive to the world. Always crying at simple things, always sheltered from the world. But what happens when they actually get the attention of the sons of Bruce Wayne. All cause they cried seeing them in person, they’re a huge fan of these superheroes! Having merch of them, not knowing that they have their own merch of this simple cry baby. Having stolen underwear of them, clothes, toothbrushes, knowing their security code, likes and dislikes.

Having them go into their civilian personas and sweet talk you, each one spending time differently from you. Always knowing what gets you cracking. What gets you leaking, what gets you to break down and sob into their arms, depending on them like a kid to their mother.

A sick obsession to seeing tears falling from your crybaby eyes onto your cheeks. Oh how they wonder ways to make you scream, cry louder for them.

Oh boy, the poor heart of not knowning the dark reality of how creepy the heroine males can be. A bunny with a cage of wolves, hyenas laughing at its food as it hops around, a fly in a spider’s web.

How cruel can this get?

[wanderlustfawn]

[sloppjockey]

ccrryybbbbyy. gouache watercolor, 2020

[sleepyprincess-things]

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[crybabylipstick]

Melanie Martinez via Instagram story's looking 💘

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[chloeangelbaby]

Your bed

Crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron

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The room was dark except for the faint glow of the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly 2 a.m., and Rafe was sound asleep, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Normally, that would’ve been enough to lull you to sleep, his warmth and presence anchoring you in comfort. But tonight, nothing was working.

The air in the room felt thick and suffocating, the bed was too firm, and your stomach churned relentlessly. You’d tossed and turned for what felt like hours, adjusting pillows, pulling the blanket on and off, and trying to focus on your breathing. But the nausea only grew worse, and every attempt to get more comfortable left you even more frustrated. Your eyes filled with tears as the overwhelm hit you like a tidal wave.

You weren’t homesick—you loved being with Rafe, but this cabin, this bed, this entire setup—it wasn’t right. It wasn’t his bed. Before you realized it, you were shaking Rafe’s shoulder, your quiet sobs breaking the stillness of the night. “Rafe… Rafe, wake up,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation.

Rafe stirred, groaning softly as he blinked himself awake. “What’s wrong, baby?” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. But the second he saw your tear-streaked face, he shot upright, his hand immediately cupping your cheek.

“Dolly, what is it? What’s going on?” “I can’t sleep,” you choked out, the words tumbling over each other. “The bed is so hard, and it’s so hot, and I feel like I’m gonna throw up, and I don’t know what to do. I just… I want to go home.

I can’t do this, Rafe.” His heart clenched at the sight of you, so overwhelmed and lost in your discomfort. “Okay, okay,” he said softly, pulling you into his lap. “It’s okay, baby. Breathe. I’m here. Just breathe for me.” You buried your face into his chest, clutching at his shirt as you sobbed.

“I just need to sleep. I don’t care about the trip. I just want to feel okay.” Rafe kissed the top of your head, his hand stroking your back in slow, soothing motions. “We’ll go home,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the exhaustion lingering in it.

“We’ll pack up right now and leave. Don’t worry about anything, Dolly. I’ll take care of it.” You nodded against him, your breathing hitching as you tried to calm down. “I feel stupid” you whimpered. “You’re not stupid” rafe reassured you.

“But I always do this” you whimper a higher pitch this time. But rafe reassured you, by tilting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. “I wasn’t feeling this trip either. Honestly, I’d rather be home with you anyway. So don’t you dare feel bad about this.” He eased you out of his lap and onto the edge of the bed. “Stay here. I’ll start packing.” But as soon as he got up, the nausea swirled again in your stomach, and you bolted to the bathroom.

Rafe was right behind you, holding your hair back as you knelt in front of the toilet. “It’s okay,” he murmured, kneeling beside you. “Let it out if you need to, baby.” You didn’t throw up, but the position brought some relief. Exhaustion began to weigh on you, and you leaned against the cool tile, eyes fluttering shut.

Rafe frowned, scooping your hair into one hand while brushing your cheek with the other. “You’re so tired,” he said softly. “You just need a good cry and some rest. I’ll get us home, Dolly. Just hang on for me.”

True to his word, Rafe quickly began packing your bags, moving quietly but efficiently around the room. Every now and then, he’d pop back into the bathroom to check on you, rubbing your back or kissing your temple.

You mumbled something incoherent, your body too drained to argue as he carried you to the car. He made sure you were bundled up in blankets, the seat reclined just enough to keep you comfortable.

As the car hummed to life, you let out a soft sigh, the familiar scent of Rafe’s cologne filling the space and easing your frayed nerves. The cabin trip may have been a bust, but with Rafe by your side, you knew you’d be okay.

And as he drove down the dark highway, his hand resting protectively on your thigh, you finally drifted off, feeling safe and loved in the only place that truly mattered—wherever Rafe was.

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