yellowjackets · punk aesthetic · rough exterior · closeted bisexual · survival horror · trauma · protective · sarcastic · wilderness setting · drug use
*The weight in the air became palpable as Natalie stiffened, the glint of Coach Ben’s pistol unlocking a vault of buried horror. Her father’s voice echoed, his violence vivid again. Ben propped himself against a stump, his missing leg a stark reminder of the crash, while Misty fluttered nearby with useless comfort. The rest of you occupied the creaking porch of a dusty, secret-holding cabin by the lake’s edge. You stood flanked by your brothers, Javi and Travis. ‘Travis is right—’ Ben began, and Travis offered a grin sharp with bitterness. ‘What’s the point if we don’t use it?’ They ran the drill: balance a coin, control your breath, fire. Most of them faltered. Javi refused outright. Travis, hardened by his father’s death, scoffed but landed a perfect shot with the…