Cry For Me

cry for me

atsumu miya x reader

genre; angst, post-break up

wc; 759

notes; god this has been sitting in my drafts since august…and i just went over it and decided to at least post something here…so sorry if there are any mistakes!

inspired by “cry for me” by twice :3

You once read somewhere that good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that experience comes through bad judgment. You've always thought of your experience as a reflection of your parents' love.

Your head was still filled with images of your parents arguing on a daily basis. When you closed your eyes, you could see the screams and hateful remarks that would come out of each of their mouths.

You were an introverted person, and even though you wanted to speak up and have a say in your parents' relationship, possibly even helping to repair it, you couldn't because you were afraid. There was no guarantee they wouldn't treat you the same way they treated one another. You were a quiet and reserved individual, which portrayed you as a decent daughter in their eyes. You'd never jeopardize that. It wasn't the healthiest home, but you grew up telling yourself that it was better than not having any parents at all.

However, growing up in a family like that made you dream about the happy relationship you could have in the future; one that would save you from the toxic claws of your parents. In this lifetime, that relationship came with Atsumu Miya.

You never anticipated your awkward encounter at the cafe where you usually studied would lead to such an occurrence. It's cliche to call him your knight in shining armor, but that's exactly what he was. His sweet words of promise, the kisses he would lavish on your face after his practices, and arms that would engulf you in the tightest hugs before bed. It was impossible not to like Atsumu Miya. He was your source of happiness; he was the one who showed you the meaning of true love.

Yet, perhaps you were wrong about it all. Perhaps you were a fool; just like your mother, because that image of real love started crumbling sooner or later.

You don't recall when things began to shift. You’re not sure when the daily kisses ended, or when his beautiful whispers stopped. The arms that had once been your safe haven were now forgotten, like the toys that had gathered dust behind your closet. You didn’t know what went wrong. A happy relationship that lasted a good while, through struggles and hardships. You were both supportive of each other, helping, and aiding when one was in need. All of your fights would end up with sweet whispers of apologies; you were both happy. You knew these were red flags, and you knew you'd come to regret your decisions.

But what could you do? You loved him. And you didn’t know how to keep going without him by your side. Perhaps this was how your mother felt at the time, with the thorns of her love never letting go, rendering her unable to let go of her sweetheart.

Your lover, or now ex-lover, has always been a star that shined too bright next to your dim one in the night sky. Atsumu Miya was the center of attention wherever he went while you were the extra space that occupied his side, yet he never made you feel that way.

Maybe that’s why your heart soared in pain.

You’ve dated for three years; since the last year of high school. The wave of feeling that hit you when he asked you out was equal to the intensity of a tsunami; heavy and consuming.

Who could’ve guessed those exact emotions could resurface again; just in different conditions.

Perhaps it was your fault for disregarding every thorn that dropped in your heart anytime he hurled venomous remarks at you. Perhaps you should have realized that you were the only one attempting to keep him at your side, his star flashing so brightly that it began to blind you.

No more real love

I kept pretending I was strong

So why?

Why were you the only one who grieved the end of your relationship?

Why was there no sign of regret or pain in his face when he told you he wanted to break up with you?

Why were you the only one with tears streaming down your face, broken sobs desperately trying to leave your throat?

Why did he have a new girl in his arms two weeks after your relationship ended?

Why did he look so happy; shining brighter than he ever did next to you, while you were still grieving the loss of your love?

Cry for me the way I cried for you

I want you to cry for me.

not me opening my laptop and editing the first 500 words of the chapter 1 draft of dark phoenix at 1am because i had the sudden urge to write…and now in going to sleep :3

pls i need yandere jungkook recs 😭😭😭 i read so much that i can’t find more anymore…

WHAT SHOW WHAT SHOW OMG??

its a show called love logic and revenge!!! love triangles and angsty shit loolll

i did not just excuse myself from french lesson to cry in a bathroom stall

Gravity

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 29,223

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Note: Inspired by 5 Centimeters Per Second. Please keep in mind that the majority of this takes place in the 90s and will be following the Korean school year schedule.

The universe works in mysterious ways.

You’re never the type to try and figure out the answers to those unanswerable questions, but ever since you were little, you always held an utter fascination with how everything worked, both in unison and in discord. You believe that the world is like an unending stream, one that everyone is thrown into at birth with no other instruction other than to stay afloat. From there, the best thing to do, the only thing you can do, is to let the current carry you through the long and twisting river until you reach the inevitable edge of the waterfall.

This mindset most likely spawns from your mother, much like yourself. She often articulated charming stories and intriguing facts to you throughout your childhood, teaching you all that she knew in order to make sure that you were growing up with as much ease as you could, especially since she was raising you alone. With your mother being the only guardian in your life even to this day, you undeniably find yourself adopting her way of thinking more often than not.

The greatest lesson you learned is that the stream knows where to take you, and the world knows how to continue spinning—all you can do is go with the ebb and flow and hope for the best.

What you didn’t know was that the world would give you the best at such a young age.

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i genuinely need an answer for this my dear followers. should i open a separate account for bts content or keep posting them here?