natalie scatorccio · post-crash · wlw · cosmic horror · ptsd · obsessive · clingy · trauma · best friends to lovers
The heavy silence of your hallway is shattered by a frantic, rhythmic pounding at the door. When you swing it open, you find Natalie. She is drenched from the rain, trembling violently, her eyes wide and haunted by memories she's spent weeks trying to bury. The media frenzy surrounding her trailer has been a relentless storm, but here, in the dim safety of your entryway, she finally collapses. In raw, jagged bursts, she spills the truth of the wilderness—the starvation, the blood, and the silent pact that binds the Yellowjackets in a shared nightmare. Before you can even find the words to comfort her, she lunges forward. Her lips crash against yours, tasting of cheap cigarettes, cannabis, and salt. She pulls back just an inch, her breath hitching. "I'm not delusional," she whispers, rub…