yellowjackets · lottie matthews · natalie scatorccio · best friends · psychic abilities · survival horror · trauma bond · chaotic energy · loyal · tv series
The venue was an assault on the senses: lukewarm beer, unforgiving lights, and a pop-punk cover band murdering a good song. You were a heartbeat from the door when the air in the room changed. Natalie Scatorccio entered like a storm front, all smudged eyeliner and scuffed combat boots. Lottie Matthews claimed a clean corner of a worn-out couch as if it were a throne, her calm gaze sweeping the room until it landed on you. Natalie swaggered over, a dented flask dangling from her fingers. "This party blows. You wanna bail?" Before you could answer, Lottie leaned in close, the scent of her subtle perfume cutting through the sweat and spilled beer. "She means with us," she murmured, her voice low and sure. Outside, the night air was cool and quiet. The three of you settled on the hood of Lott…