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julianalvarez9 · 2 years ago

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i think he knows / ruben dias

summary: ruben knows exactly what you're thinking -because he's thinking about it too, has been thinking about it for so long. but he wants you to do something about it. until you do.

warnings: bold and italic text = song lyrics (i think he knows, by taylor swift). again, badly traslated portuguese (sorry, ruben anon, didn't want to bother you 😭). mentions of alcohol and the consumption of. use of john and jack as plot devices bc they do almost nothing jajajaj. like, one mention of "inappropriate" dancing??? don't know if i've forgotten anything else.

wc: 1.3k words.

i think he knows his footprints on the sidewalk lead to where i can't stop, go there every night.

"ruben, you need to stop bringing me to these places", you huff, annoyed, while holding the jacket he draped over your shoulders to try and keep you warm in the cold, manchester night. the walk from his car to the club's entrance wasn't that long, but you didn't want to go out in the first place: only accompanying your best friend because he asked you to.

once he closes the passenger side door behind you, he places his warm hand against your small back, and you start walking by his side, hoping the cold hair hitting your face helps to freeze the heat inundating your cheeks. "who would i bring if not you, meu anjo?" (my angel), he asks, tilting his head like a confused dog. ruben had the widest smile on his face, and it's the same grin that had you agreeing with him to come in the first place. you curse under your breath for having a best friend so charming. after announcing your names to the employee at the door, they let you two inside the club, his hand finding yours instantly when the sea of people gets too hard to navigate.

his height proves to be of great advantage when he needs to find his teammates in the multitude. it's easier for him, just looking ahead and seeing john's fluffy hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the bar, his laugh too almost being heard through the loud music when you eventually get to them.

"ah, there they are!" city's number five starts clapping when he sees you two, approaching to greet you two: ruben, with a side hug and a pat on the back, you, with a barely-there kiss on the cheek. "i thought you two weren't coming", jack laughs from behind him, and you greet him with a confused look. "why? i thought ruben had confirmed with you".

"well, you look very pretty tonight, maybe ruben had finally-".

the winger learns to keep his mouth shut when ruben glares at him, already knowing what his mate would have said if he hadn't intercepted the sentence: "maybe ruben had finally grown a pair". it wasn't a secret to anyone, much less his teammates that heard him talking about you everyday, that he was whipped. and ruben was quite certain that you wanted him too, at least in some way, but for whatever reason, he couldn't do anything about it.

being scared wasn't an excuse. he prided himself on it, on being fearless: it's what being a defender requires, he always says. but maybe he feared more being rejected by you, and thus, losing your friendship, than getting a ball aimed directly at his face. he was sure that missing you would definitely hurt more than a black eye or a broken nose.

"a pint, yeah?" he asks, directly in your ear, once he has come back to his senses. you nod approvingly, but before he drops your hand to go find your drink, he feels your slightly smaller hand tightening over his: your silent way of asking him if he was okay. ruben only hums in affirmation, only to realize you can’t actually hear him, so he just smiles before planting a kiss on your temple, and running away.

i think he knows his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it's mine.

the drinks keep flowing for everyone, except ruben. he’s known for not drinking alcohol, and keeping his uptight appearance at all times: that’s where his teammates balance the matter out.

“i think you should go check over your friend there,” said jack in an overly animated tone when the music subsided a little, and you turned to set your eyes on the table where ruben was seated. he had his elbows resting over the table, forearms on show due to him rolling his long sleeved white shirt up. the top buttons were messily undone, but he still looked like he was sculpted by angels. his hands were occupied by a cold glass containing some form of non-alcoholic beverage, for sure, and although it wasn’t a sight that you hadn’t seen before, it made you feel warm inside.

he divided his attention from john, who was the one keeping him company, before searching for someone in the sea of people. he stopped when he found you, but his demeanor changed when he saw jack holding tightly to your waist. the glass suddenly looked like it could burst at any minute by the amount of force he was gripping it with, and his eyebrows frowned in confusion at the thought of jack being the one holding you like that, and not him.

ruben didn’t have to think twice before downing his drink in one go, like it could provide him some kind of liquid confidence -the one that only alcohol could give you-, before standing up and making a beeline towards his teammate and you.

poor man, if he only knew that little grealish wasn’t trying to make a move on you, but rather, trying to keep his balance after having, certainly, too much to drink, his feet wouldn't have carried him to you so quickly, almost like a bull seeing red.

“john needs you over there, mate”.

wanna see what's under that attitude. like, i want you, bless my soul.

if you didn’t know your best friend so well, you might have missed the cues. but even now, while having certainly too many pints, you can recognise he’s mad.

“why are you angry?”.

he’s perplexed, like he isn’t expecting you to see right through him. in a second, his jaw unclenches, and he’s back to his usual persona: the ruben you know, the one you love. “wasn’t angry, anjo (angel), just missed you,” he says. and even if it’s not the whole truth, it’s half of it, and you try to hide the heat flowing to your cheeks by turning, his chest now flushed against you back. “dance with me, then,” you jokingly said, taking his hands into yours to settle them in your waist.

at first, he’s unsure. his hands only rest at your side, and he’s barely moving, though you keep on trying to press your body against his, even if he’s intended to keep his distance. normally, you loved this part about him, how he’s always so respectful, so caring, just so unically him. but not tonight. whether it is because of the alcohol you consumed, the place being so hot or the indecent thoughts you had about him all night -that appeared to come out of nowhere-, tonight you want to rile him up.

“god, you’re no fun. jack’s a better dancer than you”.

it seems to light something in him, because his grip tightens, and suddenly he doesn’t care about you moving your ass directly onto his crotch. instead, his body's impossibly closer to yours, at the point where you can feel his breath on your neck, fuelling the goosebumps that erupt on your skin. ruben seems to know what you're doing, or what you're trying to do, because he whispers it in your ear. "meu anjo se transformou em um demônio esta noite, não é certo?". (my angel turned into a devil tonight, isn't that right?).

when you turn to look at ruben, his eyes are the darkest you've ever seen them. even with the low and coloured lights at the club, which difficult your vision, you can feel his piercing stare. your arms go in the air, before wrapping them around his neck like it was second nature, and his hands find their home in your waist, holding you flush against him. you hope your doe eyes made him understand, without you having to verbally tell him, that you want him to take you home. and magically, it seems like the case, when he grins, his million dollar smile before taking your hand in his and dragging you towards the exit, without turning around to tell your friends -his teammates, about your sudden departure.

i ain't gotta tell him, i think he knows.

#football imagines #football imagine #football x you #football x reader #football x y/n #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n

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moodymisty · 1 year ago

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Surprise

Author's Note: Loosely based off my personal experience struggles learning Spanish and Portuguese. I wanted to do something sfw to work on König's character and get a feel for things with CoD. I'll make some filth soon lol

Any German used is one or two very easily understandable words, and anything more in-depth is just implied via italics. Far easier than making an arse out of myself with Google translate because we all know how that works.

Summary: You've been studying German in secret from König for weeks now, hopefully it pays off.

Relationships: König/Fem!Reader

Warnings: I do not know German so I apologize, Fluff, Reader is implied foreigner but from where is not specified, Fluff without plot

Word Count: 2016

Closing the book in your lap you take your hands away from the pages and rub them over your face, feeling the way your eyes almost burn from overuse. Squeezing them shut helps, but it almost seems like the letters are burned into the back of your eyelids.

No more information can be shoved into my brain; Not tonight.

It's late- the sun has long since set and if you start another section, you might end up hearing the birds outside start chirping by the time you finish and go to bed. With König gone and it being the weekend you can at least sleep in, to cover up your late night of studying.

Getting up off the couch and taking your notes and textbook, they both come with you to the bedroom; Where you hide them underneath the cushion of the window seat. It was a place that he would never look, at least not without good reason.

That was part of the plan after all, for him to be surprised by all this.

As for all the time you've known König his mother tongue has remained a mystery to you, unable to understand whenever he mumbles it under his breath while fixing himself something to eat, or yelling at a door frame he hit with his shoulder or head by accident. Which happens frequently, as unfortunately the apartment isn't exactly built for a man of his size.

You’ve picked up words and small sentences over time; Maus, danke, bitte, ich liebe dich; Scheisse as well, much to König's playfully faked distress. He's always tried to refuse teaching your swears, but you've picked up on them anyways. He thinks they sound too cute to take seriously when you say them. They just make him laugh.

But none of it is enough to hold any length of conversation. König is sweet and always helps whenever you need something translated, but you know sometimes words just don't cross over one to one. Not to mention you don't want to always rely on him. So you decided to learn as much as you could, but keep it a surprise. At least for a bit. There was only so far you could get without speaking it, using it- but for now you could at least try and listen.

''Can you help me?' You stumble out in practice before sighing, slipping into your nightclothes as your bed remains unmade and calling out to you.

Could really use some of that right now.

You keep mumbling to yourself, the words floating through your head, hoping they'll stick to the image of an object or scene that follows in tandem. It's such a silly, impossible goal, but you want to impress him. You slip into bed and begin relaxing, hoping you'll be able to sleep before light starts bleeding through the curtains.

The ring of your phone however distracts you from any further thoughts, grabbing it off the bedside table where it had been charging. Only one person will call this late, and since you’re already in your nightclothes, you answer without even checking the caller id. It would just say 'Unknown' anyways, if it was him. You answer and speak up.

"Good evening. Or morning? Afternoon?"

König chuckles and even if it's hundreds or even thousands of miles away, it still makes you smile. When he's gone you usually don't hear much from him at all, so it's always a wonderful treat when he does manage to find a moment.

"Evening. The sun is just about to set." You're sure he can hear you rustling of the blankets as you pull them over your body, laying down with your phone on speaker right in front of the pillow.

"Keeping busy, Liebe?"

"As busy as I can, it's really late. Was just about to sleep." König hums, and you can hear the scratch of him rubbing his head.

"Ahh, am I keeping you up? I don't want you tired because of me." Just as you go to answer him back someone must enter the room, asking him something. You can hear the question and König's extremely curt and irritated response to it, and it's a struggle to not laugh when you realize you understood enough of it to put the pieces together.

So all this studying wasn't for nothing!

It's nice to finally see that you've been making at least some sort of stride. Once he finishes grumbling a reply at whoever had interrupted him- ignoring how cute you find it that he's so feverishly defending what tiny bit of time he has to talk to you- You answer back.

"Don't worry, I want to stay up; I miss you. I miss hearing your voice before I go to bed." You hear König let out a shy cough, rustling around. Sometimes he still gets a little bashful when you're particularly overt with how you feel about him.

"Then I will stay with you as long as I can." You know that's asking a lot of him; To even get a few moments time while he's deployed in the middle of god knows where is asking for a miracle. A damn good miracle at that.

"I miss you too, liebling."

His voice sounds so quiet when he speaks; You don't know if it's because of there being someone else in the room with him, or that he's just still not used to saying things like that.

The bed is warm and the blankets are soft, but it's still nowhere near as pleasant when König is here beside you. Neither of you have any idea how long he's going to be gone this time, but you always prepare as if it's going to be a long while. Hopefully however, it wont. You're not going to last very long without having him here with you. Just the feeling of being stuck in his arms because he's dead asleep and his grip is so strong- you miss it. You miss him kissing you on the cheek to wake you up in the mornings, and the feeling of his hand on the dip of your waist. His voice always sounds so gruff and sore in the mornings, whispering in English or German or a mix of both as he hides his face in your neck.

The sudden increase in background noise from the other side of the call jolts you out of any sort of fantasizing you were in, thankfully before it went down a path perhaps a bit more appropriate for such a late hour. König speaks up before you have a chance to ask if he needs to leave.

"I have to go; I promise I will try and find another moment to talk to again, ok?" You can hear the sudden rustling around in the background; Some of it from him, some clearly from elsewhere in the room.

He whispers again; Unsure under his breath 'I love you', the words still a bit shy and experimental on his lips. You return it quickly before the line goes dead. You have to reach a hand from under the blanket to lock your phone, staring at the lock screen for a moment.

Now the room feels almost, eerily quiet.

You turn over to set your phone down on the nightstand and turn off the last of the lights, heading to closing your eyes and trying to get some sleep.

When König returns, it's usually not without a fair share of eventfulness.

Normally he spends a day or two somewhere else first before coming back to you, which you understand; He doesn't want to bring 'that side of him' back home. Doing what he does isn’t a 9-5, and it’s not something that’s easy to leave at the front step.

After having a bit to decompress he's finally returned, having just closed the front door. He finished unlacing his combat boots and putting them beside your own shoes, as you shuffled off to get him something to drink after already tackling him. You had nearly jumped on him the moment you hear his key hit the lock, feeling him mumble a surprised but happy greeting against your lips.

Leaning over he goes to pick his pack back up off the ground to move it, but it either gets hooked on something, or the fabric finally gives. Either way the contents then spill out all over the floor, from clothing to whatever else he has stuffed inside.

"Damn it! You fucking piece of-"

The stream of swears he lets out makes you nearly winge, between about how he's going to damn the thing to Hell or set it ablaze. Either or. You try not to smile and quickly go to help him clean up the mess of his belongings that's now scattered all over the floor. You shoo his hands back a bit.

"Here, let me help, instead of you yelling about trying to set it all on fire."

König quickly stops what he was doing, and watches as you come closer. He looks confused for a moment, brow furrowed as if trying to see if you’re just being silly, or got lucky guessing what he was saying.

“...Did you understand me?” He experimentally says; As If in disbelief. You can’t help but smile and respond back.

“Are you surprised?” You cover your mouth and laugh, while cringing.

"Oh god my accent must be terrible, I haven't spoken it to anything other than the-" König bursts up from his awkward squat on the ground and wraps his arms under the crease of your bottom, lifting you off the ground. "-Wall!" Your arms wrap around his neck trying to keep yourself upright while he eagerly kisses your cheek. Over and over again, until it’s nearly red.

"Meine Liebe you sound perfect, how long have you been keeping this from me?" In any other context he probably would've been upset you were keeping secrets from him, especially big ones, but he seems too happy with the outcome to even care.

"A couple months. Long enough that I was scared you might catch me." The idea of him 'catching' you seems to make him laugh, but he still refuses to put you down.

"You made my terrible day so much better, I hope you know." He gives you another kiss this time on the lips, made easier from you being lifted to his height. Your arms snake loosely around shoulders as you giggle against his mouth, fingers tangling in his messy, soft hair. He's long since abandoned his mess on the ground at his feet, finally putting you down only to awkwardly bend over with you and kiss you again. His lips feel soft against yours and his hands cup your jaw so gently, before his lips leave yours with a soft pop.

"I hope you know you don't have to do this for me, liebling."

His eyes are tired from spending so long awake, hair messy and unkempt. You know the moment the excitement is all over he's just going to want to take a nap.

"I know, but I wanted to." You awkwardly try to hug him around the shoulders. "You're dedicated to helping me now, though." König lets out a quiet laugh.

"Of course, but can we take a nap first?" He always says we, as even though you're probably not tired in the slightest, he quietly hopes you'll join him for his own piece of mind. You help him sleep better, he confessed one night.

"Go lay down; I'll pick this all up." Listening to you he leans up to his full height and sluggishly walks off, retreating to your bedroom as you pick up his belongings. You stuff them all in the bag for him to go through himself later, before you follow and find him already face down on the mattress. He barely even bothered to change; Only his trousers are swapped to something more comfortable.

The moment you climb onto the bed with him he's trying to drag you into his arms, wrapping them tight around you and tugging you close to his body like some sort of stuffed animal. He feels so warm, your hands softly laying against his back.

You hear him mumble sleepily; Something about you being his little 'stuffed bear', before he's out like a light.

#is it obvious my love language is acts of service? lmao #König x reader #Konig x reader #CoD x reader #Call of Duty x reader #call of duty konig x reader #call of duty König/reader #mywriting #reader insert #reader

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hoshifighting · 9 months ago

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Understanding My Writing: A Guide to My Creative Process

Hii!! I wanted to take a moment to share with you some insights into my writing process. Whether you've been following my blog for some time or are just discovering it now, I believe it's important to shed light on the methods behind the imagines, reactions, and one-shots that I craft.

Influences

My writing is heavily influenced by Brazilian literature, which I had the privilege to study and graduate in. You may notice a pattern of paragraphs structured into introduction, development, and conclusion, mirroring the traditional narrative structure often found in Brazilian books. And normally, you will see texts in italics to highlight a feeling, line of thought, or an important point in the text.

And sure you might find some grammatical errors, but please don't hate me! 🥺

Interpretations

One of the most fascinating aspects of storytelling, imo, is its subjectivity. Each reader brings their own experiences, emotions, and perspectives to the table, inviting you, to engage with the text on a personal way, to find meaning and resonance in your own way.

The Creative Journey

Every piece of writing, whether it's a brief imagine, a sprawling fanfic, or a one-shot, It begins with a spark of inspiration—a fleeting thought, a powerful emotion, an idea from my inbox, a request, a "what if?"

Ah, but Lyla, why are you trained in Brazilian literature, and write in English?

You see, I initially started writing in Portuguese, my native language, on platforms like Wattpad. However, some years ago, I started to study English more deeply. Writing in English became a natural progression for me as I sought to interact with the language more frequently.

While my roots are deeply embedded in Brazilian literature, writing in English has opened doors to a world of possibilities, enabling me to share my stories with you, guys! 🥺

And what do you read to keep you trained?

I've got a MIX of old-school classics that I keep coming back to. Like Don Quixote (Omg, Seventeen reference? 😳)

And then there's Dom Casmurro and Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas by Machado de Assis—classics from my school days that I've probably read a GAZILLION times, but they never get old.

I'm also a big fan of Clarice Lispector's books!

How to make a request?

Well, it's pretty simple. I check my inbox almost every day, even when it's bursting at the seams. My goal is to tackle those messages at least once a week, and I do my best to reply to as many as I can.

But, I have those days when I'm just not feeling it... 🤧 (prob when I'm too tired from work) So if you don't hear back from me right away, don't worry, I'm probably just waiting for that burst of inspiration to hit me.

So go ahead, send me your thoughts, questions, or just say hi! I love hearing from you all, and when the vibes are right, you can bet I'll be posting and sharing with you.

#hoshifighting talks

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emryses · 26 days ago

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @mustlovesteve tysm!! i checked, and turns out i did this last november, too, so this will be a fun little comparison!

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 46!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 512,645!!!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

main ones are dead boy detectives & stranger things (specifically steddie lbr) rn!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you looking at me, looking at you

run your fingers through my hair

you will never be unloved by me (you are too well tangled in my soul) -- i know this one is new!! dead boys ily.

eat me alive

when the party's over

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes! i try my very very best to respond to all of them, especially on newer fics. i usually fall behind on older fics/don't prioritize responding as much, but if there's one that is really kind/really touches me i always make a note to respond.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i've written a lot of depressing shit for the merlin fandom. i think winter always turns to spring might be one of the saddest all around, though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

my hairdresser!steve fics are the happiest/fluffiest things i've ever written. but most of my fics have a happy ending! i think maybe memoria has one of the happiest tho?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really. i got One troll comment on a fic a few months ago that i just deleted and blocked lol.

9. Do you write smut?

every once in a while! i don't feel i'm very good at it, so it takes me a loooong time to write it when i do.

10. Do you write crossovers?

not in the traditional sense of combining fandoms, but if my btvs au counts as a crossover then yes?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! winter always turns to spring was translated into portuguese!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i've thrown around the idea with friends before (pax....mona....if u see this....hiiiiiii)

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

this is such a rude question tbqh !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm going to default back and say merthur, because they were the one and only and a constant in my life for so long. (steddie and payneland make me so fucking crazy tho)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

there is a steddie wip called "tightly hidden fists" i started in LITERALLY july 2022. it's still sitting in my google docs at 20k+ and i'm starting to doubt if i'll ever finish it. i keep considering signing up for a round of a steddie bang or something but i'm scared to do that to myself again lmfao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm very good at dialogue, and getting The Voice of the character down. those things are usually what come to me first when i'm writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

for lack of a better word...filler? transitionary bits of fic. i overuse phrases/words like a madman, i also think i am a victim of trying to be too flowery when i can just, like, tone it the fuck down. are those weaknesses????

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

if it's easily translatable sentences (short and sweet, nothing too complicated) i put in the language in italics. (like, bonjour.) but frankly, i tend to avoid putting other languages in my fics. i don't often need to, and since i don't speak any language other than english i don't want to butcher anything if i can help it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

probably the peter pan self insert i wrote many times between the ages of like 8-12.

20. Favorite fics you've written?

fields of gold mention. my love letter to bbcm. i'm also very proud of memoria, my 2023 steddie bang.

low pressure tags for @queerofthedagger @insane-ohwhyfandoms @wolfiery @babyseraphim

#tag games

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o-craven-canto · 11 months ago

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Words borrowed from other languages in English

Very incomplete list, based mostly on The Languages of the World (3rd ed.), Kenneth Katzner, 2002 + a heavy use of Wiktionary. some notes:

Many of these words have passed through multiple languages on their way to English (e.g. Persian -> Arabic -> Spanish -> French -> English); in that case I usually list them under the first language that used them with the same meaning as English.

I generally don't include words whose ancestors already existed in Middle English, unless their origin was exotic enough to be interesting.

The vast majority of borrowings are terms very specific to their culture of origin; I generally only include those that are either well known among English-speakers, or of general use outside that culture. As always, this is largely subjective.

INDO-EUROPEAN FAMILY (West and South Eurasia)

Hellenic

Greek: angel, chronometer, democracy, encyclopedia, geography, graphic, hieroglyphic, homogeneous, hydraulic, kudos, meter, microphone, microscope, monarchy, philosophy, phobia, photography, telephone, telescope, thermometer, and way too many other scientific or technical terms to count

Germanic

Afrikaans: aardvark, apartheid, fynbos, rooibos, springbok, trek, veld, wildebeest

Danish: Lego, simper

Dutch: brandy, bumpkin, coleslaw, cookie, deck, dock, dollar, freight, furlough, hodgepodge, landscape, maelstrom, noodle, Santa Claus, waffle, walrus, yacht

German: aurochs, bildungsroman, blitzkrieg, cobalt, dachsund, eigenvector, ersatz, gestalt, glockenspiel, hamburger, hinterland, kindergarten, kohlrabi, lager, poodle, quark, sauerkraut, wanderlust, yodel, zeitgeist

Icelandic: eider, geyser

Norwegian: auk, fjord, krill, lemming, narwhal, slalom, troll

Swedish: lek, mink, ombudsman, rutabaga, smorgasbord, tungsten

Yiddish: bupkis, chutzpah, kvetch, putz, schlemiel, schmaltz, schmooze, schtick, spiel, tchotchke

Slavic

Czech: robot

Russian: fedora, glasnost, intelligentsia, kefir, mammoth, pogrom, samizdat, steppe, sputnik, troika, tsar, vodka

Serbo-Croat: cravat, paprika

Celtic [many of these words are shared between the two languages]

Irish: bog, galore, gaol, geas, glen, orrery, shamrock, slob, whiskey

Scottish Gaelic: bard, bunny, cairn, clan, loch, ptarmigan, ?scone, slogan

Italic-Romance

†Latin: way too many, but ignoring the ones that were already naturalized in Middle English: a priori, arcane, algae, alumni, artificial, calculus, cancer, carnivore, cavity, circa, confide, dire, federal, flammable, homicide, interregnum, larva, lemur, magnanimity, manuscript, millipede, nebula, nimbus, nocturnal, octave, optimal, postmortem, senile, supernova, urban, verbatim, and countless medical or legal terms

French: the bulk of French (or rather Norman) borrowings occurred before Middle English, but to stick to my rules: aubergine, bourgeois, buttress, camouflage, capitalism, caramel, chassis, chauvinism, cheque, collage, elite, embassy, ennui, espionage, etiquette, facade, fondue, gouache, guillotine, infantry, lingerie, mauve, mayonnaise, mollusk, Renaissance, reservoir, sabotage, souvenir, turquoise...

Italian: allegro, aria, balcony, bandit, bravo, calamari, casino, cello, chiaroscuro, crescendo, contraband, contrapposto, fresco, gazette, ghetto, gusto, inferno, lagoon, lava, mafia, malaria, pants, quarantine, tempo, umbrella, vendetta, volcano

Portuguese: baroque, brocade, cachalot, cobra, creole, flamingo, petunia, pimento, zebra

Spanish: abalone, armadillo, bolas, bonanza, canyon, cargo, chupacabra, cigar, cilantro, embargo, gaucho, guerrilla, junta, manta, mesa, mosquito, mustang, patio, pueblo, rodeo, siesta, tornado, vanilla

Iranian

Persian: bazaar, caravan, checkmate, chess, crimson, dervish, divan, jackal, jasmine, khaki, kiosk, lemon, lilac, musk, orange, pajama, paradise, satrap, shawl, taffeta

Indo-Aryan

†Sanskrit: brahmin, Buddha, chakra, guru, karma, mantra, opal, swastika, yoga

Bengali: dinghy, jute, nabob

Hindi: bandana, bungalow, cheetah, chintz, chutney, coolie, cot, dungaree, juggernaut, lacquer, loot, rajah, pundit, shampoo, tom-tom, thug, veranda

Marathi: mongoose

Romani: hanky-panky, pal, shiv

Sinhalese: anaconda, beriberi, serendipity, tourmaline

DRAVIDIAN FAMILY (Southern India)

Kannada: bamboo

Malayalam: atoll, calico, copra, jackfruit, mahogany, mango, pagoda, teak

Tamil: curry, mulligatawny, pariah

Telugu: bandicoot

URALIC FAMILY (Northern Eurasia)

Finnic

Finnish: sauna

Saami: tundra

Samoyedic

Nenets: parka

Ugric

Hungarian: biro, coach, goulash, hussar, puszta, tokay

VASCONIC FAMILY (Northern Pirenees)

Basque: chaparral, chimichurri, silhouette

TURKIC FAMILY (Central and Northern Eurasia)

†Old Turkic: cossack, yurt

Tatar: ?stramonium

Turkish: baklava, balaclava, bergamot, caftan, caviar, harem, janissary, kebab, kismet, minaret, pastrami, sherbet, tulip, yoghurt

Yakut: taiga

MONGOLIC FAMILY (Mongolia and surrounding areas)

Mongol: horde, khan, ?valerian

SINO-TIBETAN FAMILY (China and Southeast Asia)

Tibeto-Burman

Burmese: ?marzipan

Tibetan: lama, panda, tulpa, yak, yeti

Sinitic [Chinese languages closely related, not always clear from which a borrowing comes]

Hokkien: ?ketchup, sampan, tea

Mandarin: chi, dazibao, gung-ho, kaolin, oolong, shaolin, shanghai, tao, yin-yang

Min Nan: nunchaku

Yue (Cantonese): chop suey, dim sum, kowtow, kumquat, lychee, shar-pei, ?typhoon, wok

TUNGUSIC FAMILY (Eastern Siberia)

Evenki: pika, shaman

KOREANIC FAMILY (Koreas)

Korean: bulgogi, chaebol, hantavirus, kimchi, mukbang, taekwondo

JAPONIC FAMILY (Japan)

Japanese: banzai, bonsai, dojo, emoji, geisha, ginkgo, hikikomori, honcho, ikebana, kamikaze, karaoke, koi, kudzu, manga, origami, pachinko, rickshaw, sake, samurai, sensei, soy, sushi, tofu, tsunami, tycoon, zen

KRA-DAI FAMILY (mainland Southeast Asia)

Thai: bong, pad thai

AUSTROASIATIC FAMILY (mainland Southeast Asia)

Vietnamese: pho, saola, Vietcong

AUSTRONESIAN FAMILY (maritime Southeast Asia and Oceania)

Western Malayan

Javanese: ?junk [ship]

Malay: amok, camphor, cockatoo, compound [building], cootie, durian, kapok, orangutan, paddy, pangolin, rattan, sarong

Barito

Malagasy: raffia

Phlippinic

Cebuano: dugong

Ilocano: yo-yo

Tagalog: boondocks

Oceanic

Hawai'ian: aloha, hula, luau, poi, wiki

Maori: kauri, kiwi, mana, weta

Marshallese: bikini

Tahitian: pareo, tattoo

Tongan: taboo

TRANS-NEW GUINEAN FAMILY (New Guinea)

Fore: kuru

PAMA-NYUNGAN FAMILY (Australia)

Dharug: boomerang, corroboree, dingo, koala, wallaby, wobbegong, wombat, woomera

Guugu Yimithirr: kangaroo, quoll

Nyungar: dunnart, gidgee, quokka

Pitjantjatjara: Uluru

Wathaurong: bunyip

Wiradjuri: kookaburra

Yagara: dilly bag

AFRO-ASIATIC FAMILY (North Africa and Near East)

Coptic: adobe

Berber

Tachelhit: argan

Semitic

†Punic: Africa

Arabic: albatross, alchemy, alcohol, alcove, alfalfa, algebra, alkali, amber, arsenal, artichoke, assassin, candy, coffee, cotton, elixir, gazebo, gazelle, ghoul, giraffe, hashish, harem, magazine, mattress, monsoon, sofa, sugar, sultan, syrup, tabby, tariff, zenith, zero

Hebrew: amen, behemoth, cabal, cherub, hallelujah, kibbutz, kosher, manna, myrrh, rabbi, sabbath, Satan, seraph, shibboleth

NIGER-CONGO FAMILY (Subsaharan Africa)

unknown: cola, gorilla, tango

Senegambian

Wolof: banana, fonio, ?hip, ?jigger [parasite], karite, ?jive, yam

Gur-Adamawa

Ngbandi: Ebola

Kwa

Ewe: voodoo

Volta-Niger

Igbo: okra

Yoruba: gelee [headgear], mambo, oba, orisha

Cross River

Ibibio: calypso

Bantu

Lingala: basenji

Kikongo: ?chimpanzee, ?macaque, ?zombie

Kimbundu: ?banjo, Candomblé, gumbo, macumba, tanga

Swahili: askari, Jenga, kwanzaa, safari

Xhosa: Ubuntu

Zulu: impala, mamba, vuvuzela

KHOE-KWADI FAMILY (Southwest Africa)

Khoekhoe (Hottentot): gnu, kudu, quagga

ESKIMO-ALEUT FAMILY (Arctic America)

Greenlandic Inuit: igloo, kayak

Inuktikut: nunatak

ALGIC FAMILY (Eastern Canada and northeast USA)

†Proto-Algonquin: moccasin, opossum, skunk

Cree: muskeg, pemmican

Mikmaq: caribou, toboggan

Montagnais: husky

Narragansett: ?moose, ?powwow, sachem

Ojibwe: chipmunk, totem, wendigo, woodchuck

Powhatan: persimmon, raccoon

SALISHAN FAMILY (Pacific coast at the USA-Canada border)

Chehalis: chinook

Halkomelem: sasquatch

Lushootseed: geoduck

IROQUOIAN FAMILY (Eastern North America)

Cherokee: sequoia

SIOUAN FAMILY (Central USA)

Lakota: teepee

MUSKOGEAN FAMILY (Southeast USA)

Choctaw: bayou

UTO-AZTECAN FAMILY (Southwest USA and north Mexico)

Nahuatl: atlatl, avocado, chili, cocoa, coyote, chocolate, guacamole, hoazin, mesquite, ocelot, quetzal, tamale, tegu, tomato

O'odham (Pima): jojoba

Shoshone: chuckwalla

Yaqui: ?saguaro

MAYAN FAMILY (Southern Mexico and Guatemala)

Yucatec Maya: cenote, Chicxulub

ARAWAKAN FAMILY (Caribbeans and South America)

†Taino: barbecue, cannibal, canoe, cassava, cay, guava, hammock, hurricane, iguana, maize, manatee, mangrove, maroon, potato, savanna, tobacco

Arawak: papaya

CARIBAN FAMILY (Caribbean coast of South America)

unknown: curare

Galibi Carib: caiman, chigger, pawpaw, peccary, yucca

QUECHUAN FAMILY (Andes)

Quechua: ?Andes, caoutchouc, coca, condor, guano, jerky, llama, mate, poncho, puma, quinine, vicuna

AYMARAN FAMILY (Andes)

Aymara: alpaca, chinchilla

TUPIAN FAMILY (Brazil)

[borrowings are often shared between these two languages]

†Old Tupi: ananas, arowana, Cayenne [pepper], jaguar, manioc, piranha, tapioca

Guarani: cougar, maracuja, Paraguay, petunia, toucan

CREOLE LANGUAGES (worldwide, mixed origin)

English-derived

Chinese Pidgin English: chopstick, long time no see, pidgin, taipan

Jamaican Creole: dreadlocks, reggae

Chinook-derived

Chinook Jargon: potlatch

EDIT 08-01-24: added lots more examples, especially African, Asian, and North American languages. Still not done. EDIT 17-01-24: finished adding examples, more or less. EDIT: 18-02-24: apparently not (cheetah). EDIT: 20-05-24: nope (mosquito); 30-06-24: jerky, mukbang, cello, glockenspiel, hodgepodge; 06-06-25: marzipan, lagoon, contraband, artichoke EDIT 02-11-24: finally expanded the French and Latin points. Also, added kudos, camphor, moose, and the Thai and Vietnamese sections.

#languages #history #how beauteous mankind is #feel free to add more

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kidney9-9 · 2 years ago

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Birthday Girl - Tom Holland

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @evermoreparker I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I hope you enjoy this oneshot featuring Tom :) in bold, it is Portuguese, in italics, it's Portuguese but written in English to be read. thank you!!!

Tom Holland x Reader [Established Relationship/Fluff] Warnings: cursing, stupid gifts, lil make out session Word Count: 3.1k

Tom was thrilled about your upcoming birthday. He bought you so many gifts that he was sure that you’d like, since you did ask for them before – even though he knew they were a bit unreasonable. Tonight, you two were going to your parents’ home for a birthday dinner. Tomorrow was your actual birthday, and you two were going to hang out for the day driving around.

Back to the gifts he got you – he went through hell trying to bring them over to Brazil in the airport. He ended up shipping it instead and spending a small fortune to do it.

And the gifts were… questionable. But you said you really wanted these things, so Tom bought them.

He remembered each item like it was yesterday.

You two were at the dermatologist to pick up one of his friends from his appointment to go to lunch. You were sitting in the lobby and had been looking through the advertisements in one of the medical magazines, pointing out the silly things.

“Woah, Tom look at this thing. It’s a foil hat and it makes sure there’s enough cool air around your head. I love it so much, imagine if we wore this together and watched Alien movies at the theaters. I think we might be kicked out for that, or maybe laughed at, but this is an important medical thing apparently.” You giggled, passing the magazine to him.

He snorted at it, “I used to think aliens read our minds IF we put on an aluminum hat.”

“Oh baby, you’re adorable.” You laughed hard at him, “How old were you?”

“Thirteen… I know, I was dumb.” He responded with an embarrassed blush on his face. You shook your head, not believing it but continued to laugh and pat his arm.

“No way, you’re actually pretty smart. Because you know how much I would love to wear aluminum hats for my upcoming birthday.” You snickered and Tom’s head snapped up to yours, suddenly concentrating to remember that.

He was 100% sure that you truly wanted a foil hat for your birthday.

The next time was at a fair. You two were waiting in line for a ride and there was a food stall right next to you. You pointed out something on one of the shelves and Tom looked at it, interested in where it was going.

“Tom, please, we got to get this huge jar of mustard-cotton candy flavored pickles. PLEASE, WE NEED THIS.” You almost shouted at the end, laughing hysterically.

Tom nodded, “Oh, yeah, if you really want it.”

“Not right now, but some time in my life, I need to try that.” You continued to talk about it.

Tom saw that as another thing that you really wanted for your birthday. He bought four jars of the very kind you pointed at.

The last thing, he was still unsure of why in the world you would want this. You had been laughing while texting one of your friends about toilet paper and a specific British brand that you two never used. He bought it after you talked about it the fourth time after he heard you say something about your birthday.

“So, you really want this toilet paper?” He asked once while you were joking about it on the phone with your friend. He heard on the other line, “Yes!” And it caused you to laugh even more and agree, saying, “Yes, we need this toilet paper.”

He bought it!

He had no clue why you would want this for your birthday specifically, but he bought it for you. He hoped you’d like the gifts. He bought you a few more practical gifts, like some jewelry and makeup, and some clothing that you’d love.

He made sure all the gifts were wrapped prettily and ready for your birthday. He hid them under the bed in the hotel room and was now getting ready with you to go to your parents’ place. He was planning on giving you the gifts after dinner tonight, when you two get back from your parents’ home.

You were wearing a beautiful deep blue dress, after telling him not to worry about dressing casually. He ended up dressed in a suit, thinking it would match your outfit and impress your parents. You said that you were only wearing the dress because it was from your parents, but Tom thought he had to do his best to impress them.

It did impress your parents that he owned at least one suit, but it was not impressive that he wore it to their home. They were only wearing some jeans and a casual shirt, which made Tom feel like an absolute jerk.

When they opened the door, Tom greeted them with what he memorized in the notes you gave him earlier to speak Portuguese.

He tried his best to recall what the notes said:

Hello, how are you doing? You have a beautiful home. It is great to meet you in person. I just have to say that your daughter is incredible, and I love her very much. Thank you for raising such a lovely lady. Bendito seja o Petróleo do qual extraíram o diesel que abasteceu o caminhão que levou o concreto para construir o hospital onde sua filha nasceu.

Another note card said:

Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home. I love this food, it is delicious. Ouviram do Ipiranga as margens plácidas, De um povo heróico o brado retumbante, E o sol da Liberdade, em raios fúlgidos, Brilhou no céu da Pátria naquele momento, que sua filha nasceu.

And more:

You are very kind. I am so happy to see you in person. I would very much like to welcome you into our home in England as well. You are free to come visit us whenever you’d like. Se o penhor dessa igualdade, Conseguimos conquistar com braço forte, Em teu seio, ó Liberdade, A própria morte desafia nosso peito para ver se sou digno de sua filha.

There was a lot more and he did his best to remember and recall it now.

“Blessed be the Oil from which they extracted the diesel that fueled the truck that carried the concrete to build the hospital where their daughter was born.” He introduced himself, and asked how they were doing, which was the first note he memorized. He didn’t know how he sounded in Portuguese but based off your parents’ wide smiles and wide eyes, he thought they were impressed.

They looked at you with amusement and a bit of shock. “Did you really get your fiancé to say this? Does he know what he’s saying?” They asked you in Portuguese to which you quickly shook your head while covering your mouth to hide your laugh.

“No, he doesn’t know what he’s saying. He thinks he’s saying something nice about the home and how it’s good to meet you in person.” You responded with a small snort, which you quickly coughed over when Tom looked over at you.

“Oh goodness, Y/n.” Your mom spoke up and shook her head, but by her smile you could tell that she thought it was really funny.

“I’m sorry I don’t know Portuguese well enough for a conversation, but I promise to try to learn some more.” Tom said in English, becoming a bit shy as he glanced over at you for help.

“Oh, no, it’s okay! We can talk in English a little bit.” Your dad voiced out in English, a bit hesitant but his English was good to which Tom smiled, feeling relieved.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure about how to talk in Portuguese the whole meal.” He responded, scratching his hair slightly. You pouted over at him, noticing how nervous he felt about the conversation. You stepped closer to him and pulled his hand into yours and squeezed gently.

He squeezed back instantly and gave you a sweet smile as your parents welcomed you inside the house.

“Don’t be nervous, baby. It’ll be ok!” You promised him, whispering up into his ear and he nodded slightly, and squeezed your hand again in agreement.

“Thank you,” He mumbled back with a small smile.

During the dinner, things were great. The food was definitely delicious. Your parents were serving your favorite foods and a few of your favorite treats, including brigadeiro. You had packed the food on Tom’s plate, wondering if he would like it or not.

“How is it?” You asked, nudging his side as he took a bite of the rice in one of the dishes. Tom grinned over to you with food in his mouth.

“This is amazing.” He responded with wide eyes, making you and your parents laugh softly.

“We’re glad you enjoy it. These are Y/n’s favorites.” Your dad said as he poured Tom some more water.

Tom smiled to him, “I can see why these are her favorites. Did you make them a lot when she was growing up? What was she like growing up? She never tells me any embarrassing stories.” You stared at him, shocked he brought that up while your mom snickered.

“Oh, we’ve got a lot of embarrassing stories of her.” Your mom said, nodding over to you, to which you groaned and covered your face with your hands.

“Mom, Dad, please don’t.” You begged, making everyone at the table laugh again. You shook your head at Tom for bringing it up.

“As a baby, she was such a sweet little girl. She barely cried but as a toddler… she was crazy. She climbed everything! Tried to climb up on trees like a cat, even tried to climb on a truck!” Your mom said, giggling as Tom choked on his food, trying not to laugh.

You groaned loudly, “Stop it please, now is definitely not the time for this.” Your parents continued to tease you and tell Tom a few more funny stories from your childhood, that you definitely didn’t want Tom to know about.

“And then there was the time in high school, at one of her friend’s parties,” You cut your dad off with a loud obnoxious fake cough.

“Thank you for that, I think Tom has heard enough now!” You cleared your throat, looking at each of them seriously. Your dad snorted before he took a drink of his water.

“When we’re in private, Tom, I’ll tell you more.” He said and Tom nodded eagerly, “I’d love that.”

Your mom laughed and continued, “And we’ll show you the baby pictures.”

“No!” You denied, groaning, and laughing at the same time.

During the meal, Tom thought it would be best to try to talk Portuguese again, using those notecards that you gave him.

He gave a smile to you and leaned over to tell you, “I’m going to try talking in Portuguese again!” He whispered excitedly to you. “The placid banks of the Ipiranga heard, The resounding cry of a heroic people, And the sun of Liberty, in brilliant rays, Shined in the sky of the Homeland at that moment, when your daughter was born.” He spoke up in a confident voice, thinking he was saying the second notecard he memorized in Portuguese.

The table went silent as the three of you all, except for Tom, stared at him confused and amused.

“Tom, your Portuguese is incredibly good.” Your mom giggled at first, grinning widely at him and he sighed, relieved and thankful for the compliment.

“Thank you! But yes, really, this food is amazing. Thank you again.” He responded, nodding to her.

When he did it again, the three of you finally burst out laughing at the language. Tom gazed around the room confused and a bit concerned, wondering if he said something wrong by accident. All he was trying to say was that he would love for them to visit your home in England.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I gave you a script – it was some weird tweet and then the national anthem but with a little twist.” You apologized, confessing to what you did.

Tom gasped, “What? It wasn’t too weird, was it?” He asked, pleading as he glanced around at your parents, who avoided his gaze with another laugh.

“It was – ah, charming, personality-building. Yes.” Your dad said, shrugging at Tom, who gasped again at you this time.

“Oh god, it was so weird.” He coughed out, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized, then looked at you again, “Meanie.”

By the time you two got back to the hotel, it was pretty late and you two were a bit tired. Tom still wanted to give you the gifts though, that you asked for and those that he bought thinking of you. While you were in the bathroom, Tom pulled them out and set them on the bed.

He arranged them into a neat pile and then waited for you to come out of the bathroom. When you came out, you were only wearing a robe, ready to go to bed.

“Tom, baby? Are you going to take a shower tonight or in the morning?” You asked, yawning slightly as you walked closer to him. He smiled at you and pulled you into a hug.

“Mm, I’ll take one in the morning I think, but I got you a few things for your tomorrow, birthday girl.” He spoke up and gestured to the gifts on the bed. You gasped with surprise, happy that he did this.

“What? You didn’t need to bring it on the trip with us! That’s so kind of you.” You shook your head, but a big smile was forming on your face.

“Kind enough that you want to maybe give me a kiss?” He teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully at him but leaned up and kissed his lips gently.

He wrapped an arm around you to tug you closer to him and you sighed into the kiss, causing Tom to slip his tongue up into your mouth and gently caress yours. You moaned at the feeling, kissing him back more eagerly than before, putting a hand on his face.

“Wait, wait, before we get carried away, I want you to open your gifts.” Tom pulled away reluctantly, sighing a little bit in defeat.

You chuckled, “Okay, then we get back to that.”

“Deal!” He agreed quickly, making you both laugh a bit. He handed you the first gift, which was the foil hat. When you started to open it up, Tom gave you a bright smile, making you pause.

“Is this something weird?” Your question made Tom bite his lip and nod.

“You asked for it though. I thought you were being serious, so I got it and a few other – uh, questionable ones.”

“Oh shit, what? I don’t remember asking for anything.” You laughed hard, shocked. You were being honest too, and Tom could see it, making him freeze.

“Oh, no… no no no.” He groaned, pushing his hands up to his face and smacking himself.

You pulled his hands away from his face with a snort, “Come on, you didn’t do anything bad, did you?” Your question made him tilt his head a little bit.

“Well… you’ll see the gifts.” He said as you finished opening the first present.

As you pulled it out, a bizarre look was on your face, and then you glanced over at Tom, who was still suffering from self-misery.

“Is this… aluminum?” Your question made him groan.

“Oh no, you don’t remember this, do you?” He asked, eyebrows raised. You shook your head no, making him fall back on the bed with a laugh.

“It’s something you saw in a magazine and made a joke about… I thought that you were asking for it for your birthday!”

Your jaw dropped at what he was saying. “No fucking way. Did you buy more weird stuff I joked about?” You asked and he nodded with another moan of disappointment at himself.

“This is going to be so weird, I’m so sorry. I bought you more gifts too, because I thought you might not like these ones.” He said, sitting up as you started to open the second gift, the pickle jar.

“Aw Tom, I do like these ones, don’t worry, it’s funny and cute. Thank you.” You spoke up as you started to realize what it was. “And I love pickles! I’ve never tried this flavor before, thank you.” You told him, and he chuckled again.

“This is crazy, I’m sorry again, darling.” He shook his head at himself. Then he pointed to the last one and chuckled, “Uh, you might not want to open this one.”

“Why? It can’t be that bad.” Your words made him take a deep breath in and again, he groaned.

“It’s that bad.” He mumbled back.

You opened it almost immediately after he said that, and then you instantly started to laugh hysterically. You clutched your stomach and your face got warm from how much you were laughing.

“Is this – British toilet paper?” You almost gagged as you were laughing so hard and Tom stared at you, bemused but completely confused at your reaction. It looked like you loved it.

“Yes, unfortunately.” He said, watching your reaction.

You laughed even harder and dropped it and slid over to him, falling on top of his body to hug him. He let out a huff of air as you hugged him hard, while still laughing which caused him to start laughing too. You both giggled until you ran out of air.

“I love these gifts, thank you baby.” You mumbled up to his ear and he grinned brightly, happy that you liked those weird gifts. “And I love you.” You finished, moving your head down so you could kiss his lips.

He responded to the kiss quickly, kissing you back just as hard and passionately. You two continued to make out as his hands ran up and down your body before stopping on your ass, and squeezing it tight before pulling his head away from yours.

“I love you too, I’m happy you liked those gifts, I thought you might hate them.” He replied and you laughed a bit more.

“No, of course not. Here, help me put on this foil hat thing.”

The two of you woke up late in the morning, but didn’t get out of bed for a while. You two lazily stared at each other and spoke slow words, memorizing each other’s morning beauty.

“Happy birthday, love.” Tom whispered, leaning down to your lips and kissing you softly. He pulled away and then kissed your forehead.

“I love you so much.” He mumbled, as he cuddled closer to you. You murmured the words back as he pulled you into another kiss.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #thank you for reading!#happy birthday :))#i love you!!

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years ago

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The carnival

Cillian Murphy x reader (Brazilian)

Master List

So I got a request that @gypsy-girl-08 kindly tagged me in (thank you for your generosity Liv) 🌷, and to the anon who sent it, I think it’s a good thing I didn’t post this earlier, since it’s very fitting now that you guys celebrated the Carnival in Brasil. You will find the translation to both Portuguese and English respectively between […] in italics 😉🇧🇷 I hope you enjoy it!

Muito obrigado @shelbydelrey for your help!!! 🥰 it wouldn’t be the same without your support! Muitos beijos! xx

Cillian touched his passport and his wallet, both items inside his backpack, he was always forgetting something somewhere but he was determined to make things right, make it perfect.

Feeling a hand squeeze his arm, he turned to the Brazilian beauty next to him, still not knowing how he got so damn lucky, after a divorce and a battle in court to share the custody of his daughter and a few complicated relationships afterwards he thought he was done in the love department, with his age and the crazy schedules of filming, he simply gave up dating, he was disappointed.

Until one day he was invited to do a radio show, in the small cabin several people were invited, you never knew the program or the topics they would be talking, one day it could be politics or globalization and they could invite a priest, a lawyer or anyone who could bring an interesting conversation to the table, they wanted to focus on having different points of views. So that very same day someone foreigner was invited to talk about the importance and impact of the mind while making a crucial decision in our lives and how sometimes it’s just the fears of being judged what keeps us from following our dreams.

Y/N talked about her own experience when she volunteered for an NGO in Europe and never went back to her hometown in Brasil, she packed her bags and followed her heart. And yes, several people criticized her decision, told her she was out of her mind for ruining her life that way, but back then she felt it was what she needed and she had come a long way, she never stopped to think about the barriers that could have stopped her, like language or the cultural shock, her own family thought it was something temporary, but with the years she proved them, proved herself that this life was all she wanted to have.

Cillian wasn’t just captivated by her physical beauty -she was a fucking gorgeous Amazonian- but by her heart, she devoted her life to help other people, gave up her stability back home because she felt she had done enough in Brasil, she helped people build schools, worked to help women in need, saved natural reserves… she wanted to do it worldwide. He was so grateful he decided to ask her right away if she wanted to have dinner that day, they had the greatest night of their lives. There was a magnet about her that kept him coming back for more, they talked about everything and after several dates, they became official, deciding to take the chance to open up to love once more was the right thing to do, he learned something new every day. And being honest, one of his favorite things was when Y/N got overexcited or mad, she would start speaking in Portuguese, leaving him not understanding anything she said.

“I need you to tell me again how to introduce myself in Portuguese.” Cillian asked nervously.

“Amor da minha vida, you don’t have to worry about that.” [Love of my life.] She smiled gently.

That he totally understood what she meant, since she was always calling him that.

Taking out his cellphone, he decided to type what he wanted to say and let the translator help him.

“Eu não posso acreditar que estamos aqui.” [I can’t believe that we’re here] Y/N sighed linking her hand to Cillian’s as they walked through the airport to the exit.

“Meu amor, you know I don’t understand anything you said.” [My love].

“Oh, before I forget, we don’t live together… my parents are very traditionalist, and you will have to take the guest room.” Y/N stated, her Portuguese accent was more evident now.

Before he could ask why, a loud music and confetti exploded around them.

“I didn’t mention my family is the walking version of the carnival did I?”

There were feathers and people dancing holding signs with Bem-vindo [welcome] written in bright colors, Y/N was pulled by a sea of people who wrapped her in hugs and love, he knew she had eight sisters and one brother and everyone were expecting to see her after along time overseas.

Cillian was moved by the love they were showing her and he saw other people joining the traditional samba dance, completely strangers passing by united by the moves that every single person there knew by heart. Y/N had tried to show him some, but he was a lousy dancer and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“Me deixa apresentar meu namorado, Cillian.” Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her hands around his waist. [Let me introduce you to my boyfriend]

Feeling his palm sweat, he smiled at her family. “Plasher e-e conusherlo” He stuttered, shaking his head. “Prazer em conhecê-lo.” He repeated. [It’s nice to meet you.]

“Bem vindo a familiaf.” [Welcome to the family]. A woman that looked just like Y/N walked towards him to greet him in a warm hug. “Você está pronto para o carnaval?” [Are you ready for the carnival?]

Cillian looked at Y/N mortified, he didn’t understand a single thing but the last word.

“She welcomed you into the family and asked if you’re ready for the carnival.”

“Muito obrigado.” He looked at Y/N’s mum, feeling proud of the very few words he knew. “As long as you don’t make me dance.” He chuckled then.

“After a few caipirinhas we all become trilingual.” A man approached them.

“Cill this is my brother Marcus.” He saw Y/N hugging him.

“Why didn’t you let me drink a caipirinha in the flight?” He laughed nervously, but grateful to know that her brother spoke English as well.

After kissing and hugging at least a dozen of people, they drove away from the airport and it was a funny dynamic since it was him or her family waiting for the translation.

The family had decorated the house with colorful flags and balloons, there was a huge table set with all kinds of foods, Y/N named them all for him; feijoada, moqueca de Camarão, empadão, he was particularly fascinated by the brigadeiro.

After several caipirinhas, he started to speak more fluently, asking whoever was in front of him of how to say something, his cheeks were turning a bit red from the alcohol and he was really enjoying himself that he didn’t even noticed Y/N was gone until Marcus made him a sign and Cillian turned his head to find her with the rest of her sisters in typical carnival customs, a loud cheering in the background as they started to dance samba to the music.

Cillian’s eyes popping almost from his head, his mouth hanging open as the sequins and feathers hugged her body beautifully. Her hips shaking to the rhythm and her face glowing from the happiness.

Everyone from the kids to the adults joined them, and he even ended up dancing with Y/N’s mother.

Once the sun went down and the spirits calmed, Cillian winked at Y/N across the room, joining her soon.

“I’m hoping for a samba private dance later.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky.” Y/N winked as his hands squeezed her hips.

“Te amo muitíssimo.” Cillian declared clearly.

Y/N secured her arms around his neck, it was the first time that he said I love you so much in her mother language.

***

Brigadeiro* is a traditional dessert in Brazil, a type of chocolate

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