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Request Natalie Scatorccio Sorry if it's a little confusing to understand the request. I had this idea Ever since user joined the Yellowjackets, Natalie Scatorccio has been his worst nightmare. The two are constantly trading barbs in the locker room, fighting on the field, and challenging each other at practice. user can't stand her sarcastic ways, and she clearly loves to tease user With both of them liking each other but not wanting to admit it But things get worse when Natalie starts dating Travis. Suddenly, something inside User turns every time she sees the two of them together. She doesn't want to admit it—not even to herself—but jealousy consumes her. So instead of dealing with it, she does the unthinkable: she starts flirting with Travis. At first, it's just to see Natalie's reaction, just to annoy her. But in reality, the two were trying to make each other jealous. Sorry if the request was too long.

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The locker room hums with the familiar buzz of anticipation, the sounds of cleats scraping against the floor and the chatter of your teammates getting ready for practice. But your mind isn’t on the game or the drills. It’s on her.

Natalie Scatorccio.

The thorn in your side from day one. Her sharp tongue, her biting sarcasm, and her unwavering confidence—she always knew exactly how to get under your skin. You’ve spent months trading jabs, each barbed word feeling like another move in a game neither of you ever admitted to playing.

But lately? Things have shifted.

It started innocently enough—some teasing, a few competitive challenges. But now, every time she walks past, your stomach tightens in a way you can’t explain. And you hate it. You hate her for making you feel like this.

Except you can’t deny it. You like her.

Or maybe you just like the way she makes your heart race. Either way, it's a problem. But you’ll never admit it. Not to yourself. Not to anyone.

And then came Travis.

When you saw Natalie and Travis start dating, something inside you snapped. It wasn’t jealousy. It couldn’t be. You didn’t have any right to feel that way. But every time you saw them together—laughing, holding hands, exchanging glances that were just for them—it made your chest tighten.

You hated it. And you hated yourself for feeling this way.

But the truth was undeniable: you wanted her attention. And now, she was giving it to someone else.

Practice started, and you were determined to focus on the ball. The drills, the runs, the shots—anything to take your mind off her. But then, there she was, standing across from you, all fire and attitude. Natalie didn’t even have to say anything; the challenge in her eyes was enough.

“You still running like that?” she called out, a smug smile playing on her lips as she effortlessly cut across your path, leaving you to stumble. “What’s your plan, hope I’ll get bored and let you score?”

You gritted your teeth, trying to ignore the way her words dug in deeper than they should have. "Just wait," you shot back, determination flooding your veins. "You’ll see."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed, but you saw the flash of something in her eyes. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was competition, but it was there. And it only fueled your desire to prove her wrong.

But then something else happened. Something that shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did.

You glanced to the side and saw them—Natalie and Travis, laughing together, their hands casually brushing. They didn’t need to say anything. The way they looked at each other made your stomach churn. You felt an undeniable pang of jealousy, and it caught you off guard.

You had no reason to feel this way. None. But here you were, staring at them, wishing it was you making her laugh like that.

Later, when practice ended, you found yourself wandering toward the sidelines, still unable to shake the feeling in your chest. Your teammates gathered, talking and laughing, but all you could hear was the distant murmur of Natalie’s voice as she joked with Travis.

You told yourself it was nothing, that you shouldn’t care, but the gnawing in your gut only grew stronger.

Then, without thinking, you walked over to Travis. You weren’t sure why. Maybe you just wanted to prove a point. Maybe you were trying to get back at Natalie. Maybe you were just trying to get under her skin.

"Hey, Travis," you said, flashing him a grin as you took a seat next to him. "What’s the plan tonight? You two got something fun lined up?"

Travis turned to you, blinking in surprise. "Uh, probably just grabbing some food. Nothing crazy. You in?"

You shrugged casually, even though your heart was racing. "Sure. I could use a change of scenery. Maybe we should go somewhere better than the usual dive you guys always pick."

You saw it then—a brief flicker of something in Travis’s eyes, confusion, maybe, before he smiled. "I don’t know if Natalie’s into that, but I can ask her."

That’s when you saw it—the way Natalie looked over at the two of you. It was a brief glance, but it was enough. A slight narrowing of her eyes. And in that instant, you felt it. The tension. The challenge.

You leaned in a little, just to see how far you could push it. "Maybe you should convince her to try something different, huh?" you said with a wink, pretending like it didn’t matter, like it didn’t bother you at all.

Travis shot you a puzzled look but didn't say anything, and Natalie didn’t even respond. Instead, she turned away, talking to one of the other players.

You weren’t sure if it was the look in her eyes, the silence, or the way she walked away that got to you, but the frustration only built. You were playing a game you didn’t know how to win.

The next day, practice was like an all-out war. You could feel the energy in the air as you faced off against Natalie during the drills. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were doing everything you could to outdo her. To get under her skin. Every move was a challenge. Every word was a jab.

And yet, it felt different. Every time she got too close, every time her eyes locked onto yours, you felt that pull. It was a game, but it didn’t feel like one anymore.

As you lined up for a corner kick, you could feel her presence beside you, tense and coiled. And then, as you made the shot, she lunged forward to block it, knocking you both off balance and sending you crashing to the ground.

The air between you crackled. You were both out of breath, your heart racing from the collision, and for a split second, you were nose to nose with her on the grass.

"Nice try," Natalie muttered, trying to sound smug, but there was a faint catch in her voice. Her breath was shaky.

You couldn’t help it. The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"You’re mad," you said quietly, your voice low, only for her to hear.

Natalie blinked, her gaze flickering to yours, and for a moment, you saw something. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was something deeper. But you both stayed silent, knowing that there was more at play than either of you were willing to admit.

You both stood, but neither of you moved away. The air between you was electric, charged with something neither of you could deny anymore.

The next day, practice wrapped up with the usual energy, but the weight of everything between you and Natalie still lingered in the air. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. It wasn’t just the game anymore—it was something else. You’d crossed a line, and you weren’t sure where the hell it had taken you.

You were packing up your things in the locker room when you heard her footsteps behind you.

"Hey," Natalie’s voice was sharp but quieter than usual.

You didn’t turn right away. Instead, you focused on shoving your gear into your bag. "What do you want, Scatorccio?"

"Cut the crap," she shot back, and you could hear her frustration building. "You know what this is about."

You finally turned to face her. She stood a few feet away, arms crossed, lips pursed. That look you hated—the one that made your heart race in ways you couldn’t ignore.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," you said, keeping your voice cool, trying to mask the tension in your chest.

"Really?" Natalie raised an eyebrow, her gaze locking onto yours, unwavering. "You’ve been playing games with me for weeks now. Messing with Travis. Trying to get under my skin."

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i made it a pre-crash thing, but i can make it take place in the wilderness, js request again and lmk this was you !!

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Could you make a bot where you also one of the frog scientists but have the same age was the girls and slightly always look to nat for safety because she seems like the most sane one of all of them and you're scared? (Sry this is so long😭)

yes ofc !!! sorry for late response, i haven’t been on tumblr but here you go !!

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You never imagined you'd end up here—stranded in the wilderness, studying amphibians that seem to thrive in a place where nothing else makes sense. You were a frog scientist back in the real world, focused on researching their biology, their migration patterns, their environmental behaviors. But none of that prepared you for this.

You barely remember when you first realized that the frogs here were different. Their strange, almost unnatural behaviors had caught your attention. They didn’t just survive in the wild—they seemed to be part of the mystery that’s consuming everyone. But as much as you wanted to focus on the science, your fear was starting to take over.

And you had become increasingly aware that, while everyone else was losing their grip on reality, Natalie seemed to be one of the few who still *held it together*. You found yourself drawn to her—her steady presence, her calm demeanor amidst the chaos. You weren’t sure if it was her strength, or just the simple fact that she made you feel safer in a place where fear and madness were never far behind.

You were sitting by a small creek, sketching the frogs you’d been observing, your mind whirling with theories when Natalie found you. You hadn’t noticed her approach, but when she spoke, it was like the world snapped back into focus.

“You’ve been out here a while,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “You okay?”

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hope i wasn’t too far off !!

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Request of one bot from the Natalie Scatorccio What happens after the accident that the girls were rescued Where is Nat's girlfriend The user to help Natalie dealing with trauma after the accident The user ends up adopting A cat For Nat Giving her a gift To help her cope with the situation after the trauma of the accident

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*The crash was a nightmare none of the survivors would ever forget. What they faced in the wilderness—things they never wanted to even think about—still clung to them, and for Natalie, the memories of that time are both vivid and haunting. When the rescue came, it felt like salvation, but as the days passed, it became clear that for Natalie, being brought back to civilization only brought her further into darkness. The trauma, the guilt, the uncertainty—it all followed her like a shadow.*

*You, as Natalie’s girlfriend, were by her side through the crash, but the aftermath is something neither of you were prepared for. You had both clung to each other as lifelines in the wilderness, a source of comfort in the chaos. But back in the world of “normal,” where people went on with their lives as if nothing had happened, everything feels off. You can’t pretend like nothing changed when everything *has* changed. The trauma is real, and it’s seeping into every corner of your life together.*

*From the moment you were rescued, you made a promise to yourself: you would not leave her. Even when Natalie seemed unreachable, when she pulled away from you and the world, you stayed. You knew she was in pain, but you also knew that running from it wasn’t the answer. So, you helped her with the smallest things, doing your best to be a quiet presence in her storm. You tried to give her space to process, but you also made sure she knew you were there—* ***there*** *in every way, even when she pushed you away.*

*At first, it was just the quiet moments—the nights she couldn’t sleep because her nightmares were too vivid, the mornings when she barely managed to get out of bed. You’d sit with her through the silence, sometimes talking, sometimes just holding her. The tension was palpable, the unspoken weight between you both growing. She didn’t know how to process the things she’d seen, the things she’d had to do, and worse, she didn’t know how to talk to you about it. Her mind was clouded with guilt. She didn’t want to burden you with the darkness she was carrying.*

*And you didn’t want to push her too hard, but you also couldn’t stand to see her retreat into herself. You knew she needed someone, and that someone was you—no matter how difficult or painful it became. You would be there for her, no matter what. You wanted to believe that, together, you could work through this. That you could both heal, even if it took time.*

*In those first few weeks after returning, you noticed how Natalie spent so much of her time alone. She’d go for long walks in the neighborhood, her mind clearly elsewhere, distant from the people around her. Sometimes she’d come back in the middle of the night, her eyes hollow, and you’d find her sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. You tried not to overwhelm her, but it hurt to watch her so detached from everything.*

*One day, after a particularly difficult conversation where Natalie refused to talk about the crash for the hundredth time, you decided to do something that might break the emotional deadlock between you both. You weren’t sure if it would work, but it was worth a try. You went to the local animal shelter and adopted a cat—a small, scrappy kitten that had been rescued from a tough situation of its own. The kitten was timid but sweet, with wide, curious eyes and a soft, soothing purr that you hoped would help ease the tension in your home.*

*When you brought the cat home, Natalie wasn’t sure how to react at first. She was overwhelmed with everything, and the idea of caring for something else when she could barely care for herself seemed too much. But you gently placed the kitten in her lap, offering her a small, but simple gift: something to take care of, something that could, in its own way, offer comfort.*

*At first, she didn’t know what to do. She just stared at the kitten, unsure of what this little creature could mean in the wake of so much loss. But as the days went by, something small but significant started to happen. The cat would curl up beside her when she was sitting on the couch, or nuzzle against her when she lay in bed. Slowly, the small creature became a part of the routine—something soft and warm to focus on, something that needed her attention, something that didn’t judge or expect anything.*

*And, in turn, Natalie began to open up. It wasn’t immediate, and it wasn’t easy, but with each passing day, she started to share more—memories of the crash, of the guilt, of the things she never wanted to admit. Her confession was broken, fragmented, as if she wasn’t sure where to start or if she was even ready to confront the past. But every word she spoke was a small victory, a crack in the wall she’d built around herself.*

*Natalie sat in silence, her fingers tracing the edge of the couch, lost in thought. You could feel the tension radiating off of her, her mind somewhere far away, probably back in the wilderness. It had been a few months since the rescue, but the distance between you both still felt vast, even when you were sitting right next to her.*

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move on from this. I can’t even imagine what that would look like.” *Her voice was quiet, almost like she was talking to herself, as though she was trying to convince herself of something. You could tell she wasn’t expecting answers, but you knew she needed to say it out loud.*

*You looked at her, unsure of what to say, but knowing you couldn’t just let the silence stretch on.*

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sorry if it’s inaccurate, we didn’t rlly see post-crash natalie except for as an adult. i hope you like it, but if it’s not rlly what you had in mind lmk and i’ll change it !!

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Is there any character of yj u don’t write for? I see some people that don’t write for Misty, Mari and Melissa, so just asking before requesting <3 Sorry to bother..

it’s not a bother !!! i don’t write for the adult timeline, but i’ll write any teen timeline character except for ben

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added the j ai bots i made to my masterlist !!!

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everyone coming for lottie like god forbid a girl murders an innocent man and then spends the next day face painting with his blood yall are so strict

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Question for your yj bots, you write smut? Or suggestive?

i write suggestive !! i’ve never tried to write smut before but if it’s requested i’ll definitely try !!

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HALF RETURN - jj maybank !

-- you cant seem to get over jj's death, seeing him everywhere you went and seeking comfort.

word count 621

!!' sad!reader dead!jj

warnings mentions of death (lmk if i need to add any)

notes i havent watched s4 yet, so this may be inaccurate

YOU WALK right past the chateau, subconsciously holding your breath as you do so. you couldnt bring yourself to actually look at it, knowing youd probably break down into tears if you did.

but you practically freeze after passing it. it was almost as if a magnet was pulling you in to draw your attention. so you walk back, stopping and staring at the chateau as you stand in front of it.

it was raining all day long, so the ground was muddy as your rain boots sunk into it. you could hardly move due to the mud sinking you into the ground. not that youd be able to bring yourself to move anyways.

you could feel tears pricking in your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat in hopes that they dont spill out.

you stare at the porch of the small building, almost convincing yourself that jj was still on the small couch. convincing youself he was still alive and would pull you into his arms if you set a foot into the chateau.

and god were you good at pretending. you had thought you heard him calling your name for a second, rolling off his tongue like it usually did.

but it wasnt him at all. it was john b. you hadnt talked to him or the pogues after getting back home. you had basically stayed home, not being able to get out of bed the whole time.

this was the first time youd been out of the house since you entered it a few weeks, possible even months ago. so you werent surprised to see john b shocked at your presence.

"are you ok?" he warily asks. you pause for a second, taking his question in. were you ok? no. you hadnt been ok since jj died. you hadnt been anything but sad.

"..yeah! im good. perfect." you fake enthusiasm. you try to blink away your tears, john b obviously noticing the action.

"are you.. sure?" he seemed to be on edge. almost as if he were afraid to break you. you softly nod your head in response, the action almost unnoticeable.

neither of you said anything after that, him staring at you worriedly, and you walking back home. you had forgotten why you were walking down this path in the first place.

at least until you completely tuned back in, focusing back into your music. thats right. your mom insisted on you going outside like you used to, not wanting you to be stuck in your room any longer. you agreed to make her happy.

you remembered why you came down this specific path too. because one thing your mom didnt know, was that you never 'went on walks' to actually just walk. you were always going to see jj.

you hadnt purposefully taken this path. it was just the one you were so used to taking, so you subconsciously walked here once again.

you had to remind yourself that you werent supposed to be down here. not again. not without jj.

a/n the angst returns, and probably wont leave. i dont think it was too inaccurate, at least not to my knowledge. its more s4 based then actually taking place in s4. anywayssss hope you enjoyed.. or cried wtv.

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MASTERLIST//ABOUT ME

about me salem - sal | she/her | pisces - feb 25

not too much to say. i usually write angst, and occasionally fluff. i'll write suggestive content and smut if its requested. i love writing, music, and horror. thats pretty much it !

interests/what ill write for outer banks, yellowjackets, stranger things, pjo - tv show, the spiderwick chronicles - tv show, cobra kai, that 90's show, squid games, xo kitty, and harry potter

BLURBS

jj maybank

love to keep me warm - holiday special

half return

JANITOR AI BOTS

jj maybank

beautiful boy

cologne

lottie matthews

spectre

tear me apart

natalie scatorccio

i can

circles

lacy

javi — locke and key

i know you

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM - jj maybank !

-- on christmas morning, on vacation, jj refuses to let you even as much as get out of bed. he insists on staying in bed during the cold day.

word count 702

!!' soft!jj, fwb!jj, fwb!reader

warnings implied sex (lmk if i need to add some)

notes this is my first time writing on tumblr (usually writing on wattpad) so sorry if this wasnt as good as expected. im open to writing tips if anyone has any !!

SOMEHOW, you had, once again, convinced the pogues to spend vacation in your hometown. it was the one place you knew would always snow on christmas day, which you absolutely adored.

you all stayed at your parents house. your mom had insisted for you to, due to having just enough beds for everyone. well, enough for two to a room, and one on the pullout in the living room.

the sleeping plan was quite simple. pope and cleo in room 1, sarah and john b in room 2, you and kie in your old room, and jj on the pullout.

however, jj had convinced kiara to let him bunk with you instead, going on about how it was impossible to fall asleep without another person in the room, and refusing to sleep in a room with any of the others due to the couples being paired together.

she hesitantly agreed, mainly just to get him to stop rambling. so she took the pullout, while jj slept in your room with you.

CHRISTMAS MORNING was definitely the most exciting thing to you. all you wanted to do was get up, dress warmly, go shopping, get hot chocolate, then come back to surprise the others with the freshly bought gifts you got for them.

only, of course, jj had found a way to stopping all those plans. the second you tried to get up, you felt his arm tighten around you. he was still half asleep, but awake enough to know he wanted you to stay.

you turn around to face him, very obviously confused. you hadnt realized he was already awake. that alone ruining your plans, let alone him not even letting you get up.

"jay, i need to shower." you complained. he pretended to think for a second. "mm, no." he eventually disagrees. "just stay in bed, mk?" he wasnt really giving you a choice, his tone supporting that theory.

you groaned in response to his protest. "i have plans." before you can continue on, jj presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

jj kissing you wasnt too surprising to you. what caught you off guard was that he didnt do it in a state of lust, as he usually did. it was soft and slow instead of his usual kisses. but you kissed him back nonetheless.

"s'too cold to be going out anyway. cmon, we can celebrate tomorrow." he says after pulling away. it was a tempting offer, really. only you knew youd have to confirm with the others first.

but then again, he wasnt really asking. he was more just trying to get you to agree. but it was safe to say you were not making it out of the house without him immediately pulling you back inside.

"fine." you reluctantly agree. you were already getting cold anyways, what did you really have to lose?

jj smiles, pecking your lips time after time, causing a small smile to appear on your face. he eventually stops, tugging you closer as you bury your head in his chest.

you could faintly smell his cheap cologne, and what you assumed to be the cookies everyone made the night before. you surpringly enjoyed the smell.

he plants one final kiss onto the top of your head, before drifting off back to sleep. you let out a hum of amusement as you hear his soft snores, before falling asleep yourself.

a/n kinda short, but i just wanted to write something to end my block. its a few hours late to post this depending on time zones, but i hope you liked it anyways !!

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