.☘︎ ݁ pairing: 98's liam gallagher in brazil x brazilian reader
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.☘︎ ݁warnings: +18, mention of drugs, cute moments, intimacy, mix of cultures, i don't know, it's just something meant to be fun, i hope you like it!
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.☘︎ ݁˖ Liam learns swear words in Portuguese just to tease you. He whispers in your ear with that thick British accent, deliberately mispronouncing words, and laughs when you complain. He learns "caralho" (fuck), but pronounces it all wrong, something like "cá-ra-lou," stretching out the end and overemphasising the R. He speaks slowly, testing the word in his mouth, clearly finding it funny. When you laugh and correct him, he tries again — even worse — and blurts out "is that dirty enough?" with that cheeky smile. Then comes "porra" (shit), which he says as "pô-ra", exaggeratedly softly, just to provoke you. He notices that you shuddered and repeats it, quietly, just for you to hear.
.☘︎ ݁˖ He is fascinated by "orelhão" (public telephones). He goes in, strikes a pose, pretends to call someone, shouts nonsense just to hear the echo. You laugh, he laughs at you laughing, and then he kisses you right there, tickling you to hear your laughter echoing in the telephone. "Olá! Is anyone there?", one of his playful attempts at the payphone.
.☘︎ ݁˖ You show him small, dark bars, full of smoke and loud music. Liam drinks without counting the glasses, totally wasted, smokes everything he finds in front of him, leans on you all the time. In the cramped bathroom, you have sex at a violent pace and he draws a line of cocaine on your lower back, snorting it. With his thumb pinching his nose, he compliments your body in a hoarse voice: "fuckin' perfect for me, aren't ya?".
.☘︎ ݁˖ He is bothered by kisses on the cheek, long hugs and the easy intimacy of the Brazilian people every time someone greets you like this. Liam clenches his jaw, gives you a stern look, pulls you by the waist, whispers something possessive in your ear and kisses you just to make it clear that you are his. Afterwards, he obviously compensates for that jealousy. He growls in her ear: "You Brazilians have no idea of personal space, right?", while slapping her buttocks.
.☘︎ ݁˖ You make brazilian drinks for him: a "caipirinha de limão" (Brazil's most traditional and iconic cocktail, made with cachaça, lemon, sugar and LOTS of ice), followed by a passion fruit cocktail, then a "catuaba" (which has aphrodisiac effects, is sweet and reddish in colour) "just to try". Liam drinks enthusiastically, praises everything in his exaggerated way and gets more and more drunk. He watches you as you cut the fruit, clearly desiring you. When he gets a little drunk, he presses you against the counter, glass still in hand, and whispers: "You're so fuckin' hot, girl. The obscene way u prepare those drinks should be illegal" , he points out as you shake the cocktail shaker up and down — the night ends far from the kitchen.
.☘︎ ݁˖ One of those nights, you drag him to a "roda de samba" (a samba circle is a traditional Brazilian cultural gathering, where we gather in a circle with musicians and audience to sing, play and dance, usually with percussion instruments). Liam stands in the corner at first, just watching you, and at a certain point you hand him a tambourine, aware of how good he is with it. He enters, all crooked and sloppy from the drink, laughing, but within minutes he's already playing the tambourine as if he's always been part of it. He looks at you in the middle of the song, sweaty, smiling broadly, completely enchanted. In the middle of the song, he pulls you closer, rests his forehead against yours and says, "obrigato, my dear, that's awesome!", blending what he has learned with his native language.
.☘︎ ݁˖ You spend the day at one of the street markets and buy Brazilian National team shirts on a whim so you can match, and Liam puts his on right away. He looks in the mirror and says, "Fuck, it's fuckin' beautiful!". That's it; it becomes his official uniform. He wears it to go out, to sleep, to walk down the street, everything. When you tease him, he replies seriously, "I'm not taking it off, this shirt is fuckin' stylish — and you gave it to me."
.☘︎ ݁˖ You take him to one of the games. Brazil wins, the crowd goes wild, people singing, hugging, crying with joy. Liam is in shock, shouting along even though he doesn't really understand, hugging you tightly when the goal is scored. He loves the chaos, every opportunity to scream and grab you is definitely an opportunity. In the middle of the celebration, he kisses you right there and spins you around in the air. "C'MON, GIRL. IT'S BRAZIL!!", then he kisses the rubberized symbol on his shirt.
.☘︎ ݁˖ You make him try "brigadeiro" (a sweet made with chocolate and condensed milk), "beijinho" (coconut and condensed milk), "coxinha" (savoury pastry with shredded chicken and catupiry cheese), "pão de queijo" (similar to cheese puffs) and a generous slice of corn cake. He pretends he's only going to take a bite, but ends up eating everything, licking his fingers without any shame. Covered in chocolate, he says like a child, "Oh darling, this should be illegal because it's so good!"
.☘︎ ݁˖ After a concert, Liam arrives still full of energy. He throws you on the bed laughing, climbs on top of you, kisses your neck slowly, teasing you, with the fan on, making an almost annoying 'tec tec tec' sound. You introduce him to "MPB" (Brazilian Popular Music), a little brazilian rock, rap and samba, showing him a little bit of everything from your culture. He ends up falling in love with singers like Caetano Veloso, Tim Maia and Jorge Ben Jor, even praising bands like Barão Vermelho, Legião Urbana, Ultraje à Rigor and Titãs. You exchange silent laughter, lingering touches and that feeling that the outside world can go to hell, it's just the two of you. "It's 'Eu te amo', Liam," you try to repeat for the thousandth time. "Éo te amú. Fuck it, I give up! What does this shit mean?" he asks calmly. "I love you, William". His smile widens. "That's it, I love you, my perfect girl."
.☘︎ ݁˖ On the beach, Liam is careful with you, helping to spread sunscreen on every inch of your body, even though you were reluctant because you wanted to let the sun tan you. "Would you rather get sunstroke or have me take care of you, darling?", he sounds ironic and affectionate at the same time, with a smile on his lips. In the water, he stays close to you, occasionally splashing water in your direction, starting a little war between you. Later, you walk along the sand, the sun slowly setting, everything golden. Liam always picks up some small shells to show you, some pink, others orange, some with different shapes. He takes off his shoes, complains about the hot sand and ends up laughing at himself. He puts his arm around your shoulders, rests his forehead against yours and watches the sea in silence — a rare thing for him. At some point, he pulls you down to sit on the sand, draws meaningless things with his finger and always shows you, proud of his little art, "look what I did!". When the sun goes down, the sea breeze starts to blow, the weather is pleasant, you lie down on the sand with your legs entwined, chatting and caressing each other, which perhaps, at some point, with the beach empty, will turn into mutual masturbation? Who knows.
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it was short, but it was made with heart, thank you for your attention! <3
Happy Easter / Feliz Páscoa 🐰
Hope you had a wonderful day, did this very simple sketch of our boys celebrating the holliday, we usually celebrate Easter with chocolate and sweet flavoured eggs, but Brazilians know no limits, so we invented the Coxinha egg
