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She loves physical contact when they are alone
Your relationship is not perfect and you have to accept that
They've had a lot of arguments because of Nat's addictions, she doesn't really understand that all you're doing is worrying about her
Nat is very impulsive when she is angry and is capable of doing things she regrets later, for example, she once yelled at you during an argument and made you cry
๐บ๐ฏ๐ฌ is like a phrase from the Arctic monkeys song 505, ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ผ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฆ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฆ โ she fits this so ๐๐ข๐โ
Nat will literally fight anyone who makes you cry
S๐e loves it when you steal his leather ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก
She learned insults in Italian just to insult people without them realizing it
She loves it when you go to see her at soccer team practice and she does a lot of things to try to impress ๐๐๐
I repeat, she is very insecure and is very afraid that you will find someone better than her, that is why after every argument because of her addictions she tries to stop taking drugs too often or not drink beer much (the poor girl just doesn't want to lose you for its ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ญ)
She literally keeps everything you give her in a drawer that she named as her favorite drawer just because that's where she keeps all the gifts and letters you give
when you are sad she hugs you all day and cuddles you
If you cry Nat is going to start kissing your entire face to distract you and believe me she doesn't mind wetting her lips with your tears if that makes you stop crying
She likes it when you kiss her whole face and your lipstick leaves kiss marks on her ๐๐๐๐
She will flirt with you in the most ridiculous way in the world just to see your smile
Hey, are you going to give me the money now? Since I met you, you have been living in my heart for 8 months without paying rent
"You're so silly" you said, laughing, blushing as you gave Nat a little push
hello guys, I'm back from the dead and I have a lot of one shots and headcanons prepared for this week, I'm really sorry for not uploading the one shots that I promised I would upload is that I took a break from Tumblr for my mental health that I didn't I was very good at that moment (I'm better now and by the way I made a Nat fanfic on Wattpad๐)
๐ f you are going to place an order please do it respectfully (I'm not asking you to say thank you or anything like that)
๐ot asking for very obscene things, rape, touching without consent, deception and violence in a relationship
(๐ 'm sorry if it took me too long to place your order, if that happens the person will be rewarded with some headcanons or an extra one shot of the character they want)
๐haracters I write for: Natalie scatorccio, Hazel callahan, Lottie Mathews, shauna shipman, Van palmer, Darcy olsson, Robin Buckley and Misty quigley
๐ป๐๐<3 guys I leave these recommendations so that if you can take a little of your time to read these beautiful fics, do it because you won't regret it, please, I beg you to reblog it and give it a like because I need these writers and the wonderful fics that they They make them have more recognition (by the way, thanks to the writers for taking a few minutes and even hours of your time to make such wonderful fics)
I'm crying๐ญ๐ญ (it's one of the coolest things I've ever read)
Write the most heart wenching Natalie one shot you possibly could ever write
Showcase your writing abilities ๐
No proper plot just make it super angsty... maybe reader dies in the end๐
A/n: HI ANON ARE YOU OKAY? ๐ญ anyway, thank you so much for your request, hope you enjoy :) let me know if it's painful enough LMAOOO
Tw: sickness, reader dies!
The wilderness dance
Months and months had passed since the crash and yet, Natalie still didn't seem to forget about any single detail of that day, maybe it was her trauma or maybe she simply had way too much time to think. There wasn't much to do there other than trying to find food for the group out in the woods, making her way through the biting winds and frigid cold alongside Travis, their shared breaths visible in the icy air.
As the snow deepened, so did the challenges of survival. Natalie's days were spent navigating the treacherous woods, a dance of life and death with each hunt. Travis wasn't the best lately, too focused on finding Javi and forcing her to search and search for someone who, she thought, was already gone.
And just when she thought things couldn't get worse another silent struggle unfolded within the cabin. You, a soul caught in the icy grip of illness, grew weaker with each passing day. The others, sheltered beneath the same roof, watched as the flame of their vitality flickered in the cold winds of misfortune.
One evening, after a particularly long and exhausting hunt, Natalie and Travis walked back to the old wooden cabin. The wind blew on her cheeks making them sting, and as she reached for her neck to raise her scarf above her lips in an attempt to block out the cold, she noticed some leaves dancing around carried by the breeze, floating in the air almost trying to indicate her the way to the cabin, luring her in.
As she opened the rusty door, the other girls immediately looked in her direction, their eyes clouded with a mixture of sorrow and unspoken concern.
"Natalie, we need to talk," Lottie said softly from her spot in front of the crackling fire, her voice hesitant.
Natalie's heart pounded as she got closer to her, scared of what she was going to say.
"What's going on?" Natalie's voice trembled with a mix of anticipation and fear.
"It's about y/n" Lottie began, her eyes darting to the ground before meeting Natalie's gaze. "She has been getting worse... much worse."
A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant howl of the wind singing a melody for the leaves to dance to.
Without waiting for more, Natalie's instincts kicked in. She rushed past Lottie and the others, her heart racing, as if her very steps could hasten her arrival at the attic where you lay.
The room, dimly lit by a feeble lantern and a small fire the girls lit up for you to keep you warm.
"Nat," you whispered weakly as soon as you recognized her footsteps on the cracking floor, your voice a fragile, punctuated by fits of coughing that echoed through the small space.
Natalie knelt beside you, her eyes moist with a mix of worry and love. "I'm here," she whispered, taking your trembling hand in hers.
"I always feel better around you" you confessed, a faint smile playing on your chapped lips between labored breaths and coughs that grew more and more pronounced by the second, each one a painful reminder of your fragile state. Natalie stroked your hair and placed a cloth drenched in cold water on your forehead, trying to cool down your fever, knowing deep down that it wasn't helping much.
Natalie struggled to hold back tears, she had to be strong, but looking at you right now felt like staring at a ghost and she couldn't handle that.
She stood by your side for hours, just holding your hand and occasionally kissing your forehead, until, she saw the light in your tired eyes dim gradually to the point where even the smallest spark was gone.
"Promise me, Nat, you'll keep going" you murmured, eyes locking with hers for one last time.
Natalie looked down at you, tears streaming down her face "Don't say that" she almost begged, trying to pretend everything was going to be alright.
In your final moments together, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if the very air mourned the impending loss. Your frail hand clung to Natalie's, gaze pleading for a future you could no longer share.
With a final, raspy whisper, your breath faded away, leaving Natalie alone in the attic. The room, once a sanctuary, now echoed with the haunting silence of a love that had defied the frigid embrace of destiny. The wilderness, indifferent to your personal tragedy, continued its relentless dance with winter, leaving behind only the echoes of a love now lost to the unforgiving cold.