nate sib headcanons <3
f!reader, fluff, headcanons, nate sib x f!reader, angst
nate is the clingy type, but in a quiet, constant way. he doesn’t always say it—he just gravitates toward you. his hand finds yours, his eyes find you in every room, like it’s instinct. like he needs to know you’re still there.
he notices everything. the way your voice softens when you’re tired, the little habits you don’t realize you have, the pauses in your sentences. especially the pauses. he reads into them more than he should.
he keeps notes about you—random things you’ve said, stuff you like, tiny details you mentioned once and forgot. some of it turns into lyrics, some of it he keeps just for himself. on worse days, he rereads them just to remind himself you’re still his.
he says corny things on purpose sometimes, just to see you smile. and then he’ll look at you so seriously after, like he’s waiting for your reaction. if you don’t laugh the way he expects, it lingers in his mind longer than it should.
he loves when you play with his hair. it calms him instantly, makes everything in his head go quiet. he’ll just sit there, softer, looking at you like this is the only place he wants to be.
acts of service comes naturally to him. he replaces things before you run out, fixes things before you notice, takes care of the small stuff without being asked. sometimes it’s just love—sometimes it’s his way of proving he’s worth keeping.
he liked you way before you ever started talking. he used to see you hanging out with chessa back in high school, and he couldn’t stop looking at you. didn’t say anything, just kept it to himself. even now, part of him still feels like that same guy—watching someone he thought he’d never actually have.
he gets into your interests because he loves seeing you light up. he’ll ask questions just to hear you talk more. but there’s also a part of him that’s scared of there being pieces of your world he doesn’t fit into.
he needs your validation more than he lets on. he plays it off, acts casual, but he watches your reactions closely—especially when it comes to things he creates. one small shift in your expression can stay with him all night.
he gets jealous, but quietly. he doesn’t start arguments or make it obvious—he just goes a little quieter, a little more distant. stays close to you without explaining why, like he’s afraid of giving you space and losing you in it.
he sends you things that remind him of you at random times. songs, pictures, small thoughts at 2am. sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s because he misses you and doesn’t know how to say it directly.
he overthinks everything. your tone, your timing, the way you look at him. if something feels even slightly off, he replays it over and over, wondering if he did something wrong.
he loves physical touch, but there are moments where he hesitates before reaching for you. like he’s silently checking if he’s still allowed.
he’ll drop everything if you need him. always. no hesitation. but if you don’t need him for a while, he starts to wonder where that leaves him.
he’s softer when it’s just the two of you. quieter voice, slower movements, like the rest of the world fades out. but sometimes there’s this tension under it, like he’s trying to memorize you just in case.
he writes about you in ways he’d never say out loud. it’s easier that way. the songs come out heavier than he expects—full of love, but also fear. like he’s bracing for something he can’t explain.
he remembers the exact moment he fell for you. it wasn’t anything big—just something small and quiet. which somehow makes it worse, because he knows something that simple could be the way he loses you too.
he likes being needed, but he loves being chosen even more. and there’s always this quiet fear in him that one day, you won’t.
