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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

javi — locke and key

i know you

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

more to be added..

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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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