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kealia · 9 months

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Xander Hawthorne x reader

angst????

[…]

“What are you doing here?” A manly voice asked me.

One I recognised and in a flash I put out my cigarette. I shut “the Picture of Dorian Grey” close and paused my music.

“Sitting.” I replied nonchalantly, observing Alexander as he sat down beside me.

His uniform crinkled like always and his hair perfect, somehow. I pondered on how someone with perfect hair can have a messy uniform…

He picked up the book and flipped through the ruined pages. The smell of cigarettes mixing with the fresh and cold air. February was always cold, that day it was only thirty degrees Fahrenheit.

The sun hid behind the rainy clouds. The park near Country Day had its own beauty. A unique one. A crow flied by, landing on the grass in front of us. The bench was warm, his thigh hitting mine.

“Do you know the poem of crows?” I queried.

“No, is it one of those funny poems?”

“Maybe. It’s called counting crows. One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl…”

“Never heard of it. You made it up, didn’t you?”

“No way! Maybe my Ma made it up, her idea.”

“Probably with your help.”

I rolled my eyes, giggling. I felt his eyes glancing at me.

“How many crows are there?”

“Five.”

“One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver…”

Two more flew down, joining the crowd.

“Six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told…”

“Ooh, risky. This is actually fun, what’s next?”

“I won’t tell you unless there’s ten crows.”

“Seriously? I’m the Rube Goldberg machine, not you, scholarship!”

One crow flew over.

“Eight for a wish.”

“Should I make one?”

I nodded, closing my eyes sensing that he did the same. When I opened them, I discovered that Alexander was staring at me.

“Nine crows. One just joined them.”

Oh no…

I think the boy noticed my face because he furrowed his brows.

“What? What’s wrong? Do I have something? Is there an end? Will we die?”

“No. No. Nine for a… kiss.”

“Kiss?”

I hummed.

“Meaning I have to kiss you.”

“You don’t have to it’s a stupid poem-“

His lips landed on mine without hesitation. Xander’s hand snaking through my hair as I took my hand and placed it on his shoulder. Suddenly I broke the kiss.

“Fucking tosser!” I shoved his shoulder.

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

He cupped my face and kissed me thoroughly, I tugged his curls which caused him to groan into my mouth. I felt a funny sensation in my stomach. A whirlwind.

“Okay… stop.” I breathed out.

“I… I don’t know what-“

“Shut up… we- we’re just in a phase it’s…”

“Lets talk it out.”

“Later. Please?”

I grabbed my stuff and ran away, leaving the poor boy stranded.

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kealia · 1 year

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Notice me, please.

Neymar jr x reader

~ reader is mad at her boyfriend because he forgets about most stuff. Her boyfriend’s best friend locks them up to force them to make up.

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READER’s POV:

“Kylian, let me out!” I yelled out, knocking on the wooden door.

Kylian (my boyfriend’s best friend) locked us up, me and Neymar. We had a stupid argument, but I shall not apologise first! I do not care, I really don’t. He should apologise, it’s all his fault!

NEYMAR’s POV:

I sat down on the bed, I left my phone in the living room. Should’ve brought it with me… Y/n was making such a big deal out of this, I mean she can just apologise and then Ky would let us out. She’s mad at me because I forgot about our anniversary. I get that she’s angry, I do but she didn’t need to make an argument about it! It’s been about 3 days since she stopped talking to me. Of course, I told Kylian at training yesterday, today is his birthday. He invited us, mostly me, but he apparently texted Y/n to come over as well. Y/n was talking to Kylian today, but not to me. I guess he got this idea from her side of the story. Meu Deus, this is unbelievable!

“Y/n…” I started, I wanted to sound calm so there won’t be another argument.

READER’s POV:

“Y/n…” I heard Neymar’s soft voice, God why is he so calm! I stood in-front of the door and just stared at it. It wasn’t interesting at all but I was certainly not in the mood. He just has to apologise. That’s all…

“Querida, podemos conversar?” [Darling, can we talk?]

Did he just ‘Querida’ me? No way. After missing our anniversary he wants to ‘Querida’ me? He didn’t even apologise!

“Sobre o que?” I didn’t want to snap back at him but I just couldn’t help it. I was just extremely mad at Neymar. [About what?]

“Eu sinto muito…”

Carry on.

“Eu sinto muito, eu não queria que você me odiasse! Não esqueci de propósito, apenas esqueci de alguma forma!” [I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to hate me! I didn't forget on purpose, I just forgot somehow!]

I scoffed, “Eu deveria sentir pena de você?” [Should I feel sorry for you?]

If I’m honest, when he said ‘I didn’t mean for you to hate me!’ It did break a small vein in my heart. Key word: ‘small’! I turned to him, he was sitting on Kylian’s bed. He looked so adorable! I couldn’t break, I needed to stay mad at him. He’ll find out my weakness, which is, Him.

NEYMAR’s POV:

She stood in-front of me, her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed, she looked hot when she was mad. But she was mad at me.

“Bem eu não sei-“ I started but she cut me off, [Well, I don’t know-]

“Neymar! I am sick of you forgetting stuff! I mean this anniversary was important. It was important for me! I thought you’d feel the same. For God’s sake, I thought you were different from them! I thought you won’t forget about small things like this! Why can’t you see that?”

I’ve never seen Y/n so frustrated. She seemed more angrier than in our last argument. I didn’t want to fight again. I wanted to apologise…

“Bebê, I really am sorry. Very sorry. I didn’t want you to be mad at me. Please, não me odeie, eu apenas esqueci. Não irá acontecer novamente. Eu prometo!” [Don't hate me, I just forgot. It won't happen again. I promise!]

“Oh please, Ney. I’ve heard that loads of times. Too many! Infact.”

How am I meant to apologise when she won’t let me?

READER’s POV:

I know I was being stubborn but many men told me that. They told me to trust them, that they promise me this, they won’t do that again, it was just a mistake, it only happened once. I was sick. Sick and tired. Exhausted. Why can’t men just be expected to remember stuff or to not do it again? Neymar thinks that not remembering an anniversary is the only thing he did. He forgot loads of stuff. Like doing most of his chores I told him to do, while I was away. My favourite colour, my parent’s names, that I had siblings, that I crave chocolate during that time of the month. He forgets the simple stuff, men just don’t get it. They don’t get it, that we, women, love when they remember small details about us. I wish he’d see me the way I see him. I notice when his eyes soften anytime he sees Davi or Kylian, I notice how much he cares about his sister or mother, how excited he gets when he sees a dog, how he slowly lost his passion in football, I notice so much stuff about him. I wish he noticed my little details…

NEYMAR’s POV;

“Look, Ney. It isn’t just about the anniversary. It’s about how stressed you are about training and family. I get it, I know how stressful work is and family. I have a family and I work, you know that! It’s just… it seems as if you don’t really care about me. You ignore me, the things I do for you-“

“Y/n, I don’t ignore you. I don’t. Eu noto como você escolhe um tom diferente de batom ou gloss para cada ocasião, como você troca de roupa 10 vezes só para voltar para a primeira, como seu sotaque português está melhorando, como você diz ‘ai’ em vez de ‘ouch’,a maneira como seu cabelo se enrola naturalmente na parte inferior, como suas sardas aparecem no verão, mas desaparecem quando fica frio. I notice you, meu amor.” [I notice how you choose a different shade of lipstick or lipgloss for every occasion, how you change clothes 10 times only to go back to the first outfit, how your Portuguese accent is improving, how you say "ai" instead of "ouch", the way your hair curls naturally at the bottom, how your freckles show up in the summer but disappear when it gets cold.]

She started crying, I hope they were happy tears. I didn’t mean to make her cry. I opened my arms and stood up, smiling at her. She looked down, her tears flowing down to the floor.

“Venha aqui.” I told her softly, she looked up and rapidly wrapped her hands around my waist. I held her head close to my chest. My shirt slowly dampening from her tears. I buried my face into her hair. It smelt like vanilla and coffee. Just like she smells, I loved that about her. Sometimes I use her shampoo, because it smells like her. Like Y/n. Like my sweet girlfriend.

I heard the door creak open, “You okay?” Kylian asked.

I just hummed and nodded to him, he closed the door and left us. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes. I love her.

I could never be mad at her, I could never ignore her. I hope she knows that.

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I wrote this at 3 am so there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes but let’s hope not!

Happy New Year!!!

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