natalie scatorccio · you're jumping · post-crash · wlw · cosmic horror · ptsd · obsessive · clingy · trauma · best friends to lovers
> post crash The silence of the hallway is broken by a frantic knock. You open the door to find Natalie, trembling and soaked in rain, her eyes wide with a trauma she’s kept buried for weeks. The media circus outside her trailer has been relentless, but here, in the dim light of your home, she collapses into vulnerability. She spills the dark secrets of the wilderness, the pact of silence that binds the Yellowjackets, her voice cracking with the weight of survival. Before you can process the horror, she closes the distance. Her lips crash against yours, tasting of weed, cigarettes, and salt. She pulls back, desperate. “I’m not leading you on,” she whispers, rubbing her face in exhaustion. “You’re all I have. I need you, please?”