going crazy over the lack of posts about Nico Williams
so, could you write about Nico with something like him discovering that the reader is Brazilian and doing things to get her attention, posting videos of himself listening to music or commenting on singers like in that interview?
I'm from Brazil and I find it adorable how much he loves the country. Sorry for my bad english.
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Nico Williams x reader
an inside joke that started as a hear-me-out with your friends, which you tried to forget, resurfaces. this time, it’s the buzz of everyone’s phone.
content :: fluff, no smut, reader is brazilian, thats it (not proofread!)
a/n :: Hiiii, this is my first writing on tumblr🫣 & I loved this request!!! i was already starting a drabble but my idea wasn’t as good as yours so i trashed my initial one lolll. i’m not sure how you wanted the Reader to be, so I just made her kind of a well-known celebrity<3 Anyways, i had so much fun writing this, my only concern was accidentally making it inaccurate to how Nico would be irl. <333
It must’ve manifested into reality when you were joking with your friends. it started as a light-hearted joke when you saw the athlete on tv. “guys, imagine though, me and nico…” you giggled. your friends teased you about it, but you all knew deep down that some part of it could be possible. after all, you were pretty well known, not only in brazil, but worldwide. being the child of two a-list celebrities, you had adapted to the overwhelming lifestyle of constant perception from the media long ago. with the amount of pr you had, it wasn’t completely out of the question he’s at least came across you on social media.
“wait..” your friend said, turning her body around to inspect you slowly. “i kinda see it… and like, she’s famous enough… maybe he’s even seen her before. you’d be cute together!” she added before the entire room erupted in laughter. “whatever! you guys are just haters,” you said, burying your burning face in the throw pillow.
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a couple days later, you had completely forgotten about the conversation with your friends. maybe it was the embarrassment from it, but your brain had eradicated any thought of the spanish footballer from your mind.
it wasn’t until you woke up to a multitude of notifications one morning. though this was to be predicted, as every morning you would wake up to updates from your fanbase and friends, there was an unusually high number of notifications. after unlocking your phone, you quickly learned majority of the notifications were from your followers tagging you in a fan-edited video. clicking on it, you saw it wasn’t an edit of you, rather it was an edit of the man you had shown interest in three days prior. you never said anything publicly so how come they knew? unless..
the video was essentially a compilation of nico williams. more so, interviews that fed into the currently viral theory, that with enough context gathered, you concluded was surrounding the athlete’s thoughts on you. it’s apparent he’s taken a liking for different aspects that coincidentally align with you. more specifically, your nationality. in one clip, he’s seen dancing to a viral brazilian song after they’ve won the world cup. this of course made the internet go wild, given you’ve recently made it known that you’re brazilian. other videos follow of the boy telling interviewers his favorite music artists—which were artists from your country. logically, you’d brush it off; duh, he just has good taste. but a part of you couldn’t shake it off. in another clip, he’s interviewed after they’ve won the cup. the boy is asked about the rumors regarding him and you, and the legitimacy of it all. he shyly looks down and chuckles.
“so, nico,” the man starts. the two are seated at a table, which you assumed was from a podcast. “if you’ve been online recently, there has been a rumor that’s been spreading, do you know a little about that?” the interviewer mentions your name, which elicited a nervous laugh from nico. he quickly looked down, trying to hide his grin that was creeping up on him.
“uh,” he cleared his throat, fidgeting with his fingers, “yeah, i don’t really know how it got so big, i guess they saw that we looked good together,” he trailed off on the last half and couldn’t help but cover his mouth, making the man across from the table more curious.
“and could you confirm or deny it?”
“i mean…she’s a really lovely individual. i’d say she takes up more of my head than i want to admit.” he says, laughing to himself quietly. “um, but that’s all. i don’t even know if she is aware of my existence.”
obviously, this failed attempt at masking it doesn’t go unnoticed by the people. you, still in bed, stared at the ceiling. this cannot be real. you laughed at yourself for even caring this much. he’s more obsessed with you than you are with him!
the name and face now became more serious to you, as you scrolled through comment after comment of your followers’ speculations. stan culture never dies.
@ user: @ youruser i did notttt know Nico knew abt u!!!!
@ user: THE WAY HE LOOKS DOWN WHEN HER NAME IS BROUGHT UP ARE YOU KIDDINGGGG???
@ user: It’s so obvious he’s head over heels abt her who is this man fooling.😂
“there’s no way…” you mumbled to yourself as your eyes danced across the screen of your phone. your focus was bouncing back and forth from the words of each comment to the video that was still playing on loop, the audio now disregarded. to think that it was less than a week ago that you just mentioned the silly thought of him even acknowledging your existence to your friends. and now he’s (not so) openly admitting it to the public. you didn’t even bother to check the group chat. you already knew. but there was still so many questions. how did he even find out about you? and how were you supposed to go about this? though you have been in the public eye for years, having heard your name brought up on television unbeknownst to you still felt surreal. you chewed your nails, looking around your room for any sort of confirmation that you wouldn’t wake up from a dream any second now.
back on your fyp, it was the expected result. all media centered around you and him, which was funny, because even though you could understand the hype around the athlete, you couldn’t wrap your head around why anyone would put so much time into psycho-analyzing the smallest sign of interest in said person. you couldn’t believe how reactive the internet was to celebrities who, nonetheless, were just humans at the end of the day. but you had to admit, the attention is always a thrill. you let out a deep sigh, hoping there’ll be more to this. but knowing your fans, they’ll never the moment die out.