#i’m a crybaby

[eddiethebrave]

i’m about to intentionally go read angst or hurt no comfort for the first time

wish me luck

[mae-merlot]

*Melanie Martinez plays aggressively in the background*

Would you still love me if I was a snail? 🐌✨

[itz-just-girl-thingz]

Currently rewatching Twd for the 100th time and I’m going to bawl when glen dies like I do every time😗

Also today is my birthday! So Definitely binging it tonight (Just wanted to see my husband Daryl honestly👀)

[elsfavor1te]

still crying bc i was yelled at at my big age is mad embarrassing 🤸🏾‍♀️

[doeeyeseddie]

You should check out they both die at the end!! I loved it and it made me cry in the library 😅

it’s one of those books that i’ve kind of been wanting to read for ages, but i know it’s gonna make me cry and somehow the timing of me being in the mood for that and the book being available at my library has never lined up skfjkd

[vixentheplanet]

Something that made you cry?

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO i’ve cried everyday for the past 3-4 days ummm most recently it was triggered by a song that wasn’t sad but… 😭

[lovlidollie]

Can we get a prequel to how Rafe Cameron and Crybaby reader met and got together? Please 🙏

of course !! i’m so sorry it took so long 😓 also i personally think crybaby!reader can be either kook or pogue, but for this she’s a pogue <3 not proof read ^^

cw crybaby flinches when a character raises his hand but nothing happens, slightly pervy rafe ;)

the first time rafe saw crybaby!reader was when she was working up at the little cafe inside the country club, eyes red ‘n face wet as an older man yelled at her. she was wearing an apron over a brown short-sleeved top that looked one size too small, with hair tied up using white ribbons, and a pair of roughed up sneakers on her feet. her skirt isn’t that short, perfectly acceptable for workplaces, but it has rafe wondering what her panties look like. he was sure he would have noticed the pretty little thing long before, so he assumed she was a new hire. automatically rafe knew she was one of the pogues. everyone on figure 8 knew each other, had grown up around one another from the very beginning. but she didn’t look like she belonged on the cut. no, she had the face of a kook, someone who should have more money than they can count, someone who deserved to live in luxury.

it’s like some sort of instinct comes over him, vision blurring around the edges as he watches her shrink further into herself, head shaking as she spews out stuttered apologies he’s too far to hear properly. when the man’s hands come up in frustration and she flinches back, rafe can’t stop his feet from marching towards the guy, chest puffed out ‘n shoulders squared. “hey man. what’s uh — what’s goin’ on?” his voice is gritty, barely restrained, as he looks him up and down.

“she messed up my order!” the man — bob, rafe recognises as a regular — snarls, lip upturned as he looks at her with utter disgust. “been coming here every single weekend for the past ten years and not once have i ever been given the wrong thing. disgraceful is what it is!”

rafe spares a glance down at the little thing next to him, heart flaring at the way her eyes widen and fill with fresh tears. “i-i- ‘m real sorry — sir — it - it was a mistake ‘m really sorry!” her voice is all blubbery, airy and high the way someone talks when they’re trying not to burst into sobs. it makes rafe dizzy with desire, makes him furious.

he gestures between the two, “i mean, shit man — she looks like a freshie, ‘s probably her first shift,” rafe drawls out, charming smirk on his face. “cut her some slack, yeah? if you don’t want her servin’ you then tha’s fine. we’ll go get someone else for you, a’ight?” she’s shaking like a leaf and it’s taking all of him not to reach out and clasp her shoulders, to get down on his knees and talk her out of it.

“yeah whatever. fuckin’ pogues can’t never do shit right..” bob mutters, eyeing crybaby distastefully once more before strutting away, barking at another waitress to get him a drink.

rafe sighs, rubbing a hand across his mouth, tongue poking his cheek as he thinks about whether or not it would be worth beating him up. he’s brought back to earth when he hears the distressed sniffles next to him. she’s wrapped her arms around herself, right thumb placed suspiciously close to her mouth crybaby’s eyes are all bloodshot, mascara smudged around her puffy lids, ‘n she’s bitten through her lips so hard that rafe can see the previous indentations. with a furrowed brow, he notices that she’s biting on the tip of her thumb, pink tongue peeking every now and then. (rafe tries not to groan at the sight.) he gently, ever so slowly reaches out with his larger hand, pauses when she jerks slightly, and continues to softly pull her hand away from her mouth.

“‘s not a nice man is he, huh?�� rafe says quietly, trying to ignore the way her mouth chases the finger he’s pulling away. the action sends a jolt of heat through to his stomach, mind going straight to the gutter. the sane part of him understands it must be some sort of self-soothing technique, but the images it plants in his head are anything but innocent.

crybaby shakes her head roughly, eyes on her scuffed shoes. “‘m sorry — i - i really am,” she stutters, voice so soft rafe almost doesn’t hear it over the noise in the background. his jaw tightens as he tries to focus on anything but how close she is, how nice she smells. “y’don’t gotta ‘pologise to me,” he says almost affronted. “not your fault he’s an asshole.”

rafe takes a step closer, eyes flickering down to her chest where the tiny little name badge was pinned. “you — uh — you come here often?” he says her name ‘n it feels so right on his tongue. he tries to joke and it looks like it works, crybaby’s eyes blinking rapidly at his question. “i- um — yeah. jus’ started today..” her glassy eyes reflect his face in them as they begin watering again moments after. “… ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry - i —.” her lips look so fucking delectable in that little pout, he just wants to shove — rafe shakes his head and reaches out before he can stop himself. “look at me,” he says, voice firmer than before as he tilts her chin up. her skin is so soft and smooth he’s almost too distracted by it to talk. “it is okay,” he enunciates for her. “alright? jus’ — uhh — take a deep breath — yeah, do that. no more sorry’s, yeah? i got you.”

rafe’s never been good at handling emotions — his or anyone else’s — but there’s something about her that wills him into being just a smidge more patient. he feels the urge to say something comforting, something to make her feel better, but the only thing that comes out is, “y’too pretty to be crying over some dickhead.”

it’s not the most appropriate thing to say — this being their first meeting and all — but he can’t help himself. it seems to do the trick though, so he can’t really complain can he? the way her cheeks warm at his words, the way her eyes grow wider — it’s almost too much. she’s so innocent, so naïve, and he knows he shouldn’t be thinking about her on her knees for him, but he just can’t stop.

“y’doing just fine. first day’s always rough, mistakes happen. you’ll get the hang of it.” not that he’d know, rafe’s never had to work a day in his life. the reassurance soothes crybaby enough for her to nod her head jerkily, teeth catching the flesh of her lips again. rafe has to look away for a second, pretending to glance around the cafe so he doesn’t do something stupid like drag her into the back room and let his hands roam. “y-you really think so?” she asks softly, voice all small ‘n shaky, like she needs his answer in order to believe it.

“i know so,” he responds, full of confidence. “how ‘bout this. anyone gives you any trouble — ‘n i mean any — you come find me ‘n i’ll deal with it.”

crybaby looks up at him starstruck, almost honoured that he’d be willing to do that for her. “that— tha’s so nice of you,” she mouths, sniffling. shyly, with her fingers rubbing away the drying tears on her cheeks, she adds, “wh-what should i call you? like — like what’s your name?” she seems flustered, embarrassed for even asking.

rafe smirks, shit eating grin on his face as he steps back and crosses his arms. oh there were plenty of things she could call him he sucks his teeth and arches a brow at her. “name’s rafe. rafe cameron.” he assumes that because she’s a pogue, she at the very least has some sort of idea of who he is, of his reputation. he knows johnb and co have nothing better to do than shittalk, but when she gives him a tentative smile instead of shrinking away in disgust, rafe knows he’s got her.

“r-rafe,” she repeats, like she’s committing it to memory, and it does something to him, hearing his name on her lips like that. he wants to hear more. needs it more than air and it should scare him how quickly he’s developed a fixation on her. “mmh — don’t you forget it.”

crybaby’s clearly not used to this sort of attention, with the way she can’t keep her eyes on him, the way she fiddles with her fingers ‘n can’t stay still. it only makes rafe want to push further, but he forces himself to reel it in. there was plenty of time to explore this later, to see how far he could take it before she broke.

“i - uh - gotta go,” rafe says, voice a little scratchier. “boys are waitin’ f’me on the green. but i’ll uh — see you ‘round, yeah?” she wipes her hands against her apron, nodding again with the tiniest, cutest smile on her lips.

he spares her one last look before he pushes through to the golf course, already making up reasons to blow of top ‘n kelce so he can instead find out as much as he can about crybaby. immediately, rafe’s thinking of excuses to come see her again tomorrow.

[bit-odd-innit]

Eddie who cries a lot, Eddie who cries openly and easily and unabashedly, Eddie who cries not only when he’s upset but also when he’s frustrated or happy or full of some overwhelming cocktail of positive and negative emotions, Eddie who cries so often the kids are used to it vs. Steve who has not cried in years, Steve who has endured countless horrors and unfathomable physical trauma, Steve who puts his body on the line time and time again and has never broken once, Steve who shatters a glass on his kitchen floor—not even a nice glass, just a plain drinking glass, he was getting juice for Erica—and inexplicably bursts into tears, and it’s so unexpected and so jarring that everyone starts crying and nobody knows why.

[almondpiglet]

your fem claw seri design is so gorgeous... i gain years on my lifespan every time i see her

WAHOO tysm!! she is my livelihood!!! here’s some sketches of her to increase your lifespan even more :)

[angel1d0ll747o]

The way Melanie has never ever made a bad song

[crookedfivefingers]

[expia]

choso and his jealous baby </3  

one hand rubbing your back while his other is massaging your scalp while you sit on his lap in the backseat of his car.

"Baby, you have to stop crying and tell me what happened sooner or later." Choso looks at you with so much worry. You both were at a party having a fun time last time he looked up. You were laughing and having a ball with your friends, so when he sees you run out the house crying, he’s instantly on you, wanting to know what happened and who’s ass he has to beat.

"Come on, baby, please. I just want to know you’re alright." The man hopefully tries again."You're going to think it’s ‘tupid." You muffle out after almost 10 minutes of you both in peaceful silence—well, as silent as it can be outside of a house party at 1am.

"I saw you and that girl." Choso can’t even hide the confusion on his face; he almost looks at you like you’re dumb. "Baby, what fucking girl?"Not answering, you pull out your phone to show him her Instagram: "Her Cho! The one who clearly has a crush on you!" You can feel the tears pull at your eyes once more. You hate the feelings of jealousy, but you can’t help it sometimes.

Before you can get too wrapped up in your thoughts, your boyfriend's long, slender fingers reach out and grab your face to look at him. "Y/N, I just told her if she doesn’t stop trying to shake her ass on me after I repeatedly told her I have a lovely and beautiful girlfriend, I’m going to get Maki to beat her ass.""Baby, I don’t want anyone but you," he adds on his hands now rubbing the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer to the slowly dampening folds. "cho please," you whimpered, grabbing his wrist to direct his fingers to your greedy hole.  

It’s something about that reassurance that makes your head so fuzzy and makes you feel feral.He clicks his tongue and says, "Please, baby, you have to speak up. Want me to finger this pretty cunt till you remember how much Daddy loves you, mhm?"Before you know it, you’re on your cue for the third time in a row while Choso has his phone in your face recording a nice voice message for the girl you’re so insecure about 

[yayostargirl]

girls after 13

[bononocat]

obito uchiha my beloved 🫶🏽🥽

[dollsdesires]

I beat Malenia and the final elden ring boss the other night 🥹🥰😭 The emotions this game evoke in me are crazy. I love it so much 😭😭😭

[logansargeantsoneprayer]

I wish well upon the grid.

I wish well upon Logan Sargeant.

I wish well upon Alexander Albon.

I wish well upon anyone on the Williams team willing to give Logan a chance.

I wish well upon people who have faith in the Williams team.

All of that said….

James Vowles you may have gotten me with your dulcet tones and grabbed my daddy issues by the neck but…

All you do is talk shit about Logan and I’m sure his confidence has been rocky but if I heard my boss say the shit James Vowles has said I would have busted into tears.